Notes in the Margin
As summer approaches and as we slowly enter into a post-covid world, adventures linger on our imagination. The feeling of long drives along abandoned roads, with the sounds of the wind and nature serenading our voyage—these moments, past and present, are the inspiration to our latest campaign Spirit of Adventure.
When we started this journey, our first inclination was through poetry. The feelings reminiscent of adventures once had and yet to come, lent itself to the metaphorical nature of poems themselves. Some can be captured on the scraps of paper behind the images that illustrate our homepage. For the few that were not featured, we wanted to share here. Join us as we revisit the ethereal notes placed in our theoretical margins.
We traveled near and far, leaving cares behind, free to roam. Wrapped in summer’s embrace, we realized adventure was only part of the journey, the voyage ahead our true destination.
The wind hit the delicate poplin, softly brushing the leg, urging the body to swirl again and again. Light as air, lifting into the sky—flying, souring above an ethereal backdrop, dancing to nature’s orchestra.
Boundaries no longer existed. Bodies in motion were the only constant.
Everything else stood still. Supported by the fiber that encapsulated our bodies, that sweat could not penetrate. In the end, we were stronger.
Time became obsolete. Distance seemed boundless. Aiming for a skyline that didn’t exist, dressed for the voyage to come.
As summer approaches and as we slowly enter into a post-covid world, adventures linger on our imagination. The feeling of long drives along abandoned roads, with the sounds of the wind and nature serenading our voyage—these moments, past and present, are the inspiration to our latest campaign Spirit of Adventure.
When we started this journey, our first inclination was through poetry. The feelings reminiscent of adventures once had and yet to come, lent itself to the metaphorical nature of poems themselves. Some can be captured on the scraps of paper behind the images that illustrate our homepage. For the few that were not featured, we wanted to share here. Join us as we revisit the ethereal notes placed in our theoretical margins.
We traveled near and far, leaving cares behind, free to roam. Wrapped in summer’s embrace, we realized adventure was only part of the journey, the voyage ahead our true destination.
The wind hit the delicate poplin, softly brushing the leg, urging the body to swirl again and again. Light as air, lifting into the sky—flying, souring above an ethereal backdrop, dancing to nature’s orchestra.
Boundaries no longer existed. Bodies in motion were the only constant.
Everything else stood still. Supported by the fiber that encapsulated our bodies, that sweat could not penetrate. In the end, we were stronger.
Time became obsolete. Distance seemed boundless. Aiming for a skyline that didn’t exist, dressed for the voyage to come.
