Sanibel Island holds a special place in our memories, and our hearts. A decade ago, in a simple ceremony at sunset with sand between our toes, we were married. And it has been one adventure after another. Our dreams continue to blossom as we continue to grow together, and Baker+Brown Co – this ongoing experiment of ours – has its roots in Sanibel. We found inspiration for our first collection from long walks along the beach at sunset, hunting for sea shells, and finding solace dreaming of the future as waves gently lapped at the white sandy beaches beneath our umbrella. Sanibel is a magical place for us, and one that escapes words.
While we enjoy the destination, we do love the journey!
Back in April, Jen and I did a bit of exploring. Meandering through Rhode Island and Massachusetts, we tried our best to get as lost as we could – of course, our trusty iPhones were close at hand when required! We prefer to keep our adventures completely open ended. We don’t know where we staying at night until we arrive – wherever that might just be!
Creating an environment to restore and foster relationships within our communities.
In New York City, everyone has something to share. But in a city that's this jam packed, it's hard to find a place to do so. We developed the Salt Space to be a transformable venue designed to provide a neutral platform for dialogue and community engagement. In our city, many have become accustomed to a lifestyle of anonymity. We pass thousands of neighbors everyday, rub shoulders with them on the subway, stand silently next to them in an elevator, and yet we often allow ourselves to live our lives disconnected from meaningful relationships.
In the heart of an eclectic arts district, on the outskirts of a town that exists as the nation's banking capital, the NoDa Film Festival's goal was to raise cultural awareness through film. Film that most would never see otherwise. A grassroots effort by a few individuals – dedicated and passionate – the film festival grew to a recurring audience upwards of 3,500 attendees, more than tripling in size by the fourth film festival.
Reflecting on Viet Nam. Two trips. Two months. Affected for life.
To say its humid seems inconsequential. It is a soup. Ninety-eight degrees in the middle of a chaotic Ho Chi Minh City. We had just arrived in south east Asia only days before. The exhaust chokes as an endless stream of motorbikes buzz along – each carrying more people that I ever thought possible. I am standing on a sidewalk watching. Jen stepped into a small shop. I watch and enjoy the pulse – the rhythm – of a metropolis in southern Viet Nam. After a few minutes I realize that practically everyone passing by on their motorbike looks at me. Eyes meet. Adults, children. Everyone. In that moment it hits me, as a caucasian male just over six feet tall, I stand out. I am the spectacle; not the rhythm of Saigon.