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(by Richard Bram)
mothernaturenetwork:

Eau Good: A striking addition to the reusable water bottle marketNew York International Gift Fair favorite black + blum debuts Eau Good, a reusable water bottle with a cork topper that’s design proudly displays, instead of hides, an activated carbon filter.

mothernaturenetwork:

Eau Good: A striking addition to the reusable water bottle market
New York International Gift Fair favorite black + blum debuts Eau Good, a reusable water bottle with a cork topper that’s design proudly displays, instead of hides, an activated carbon filter.

todaysdocument:

The Peace Corps Act - September 22, 1961

On March 1, 1961, President Kennedy signed the executive order establishing the Peace Corps. On September 22, 1961, Congress approved the legislation that formally authorized the Peace Corps. Goals of the Peace Corps included: 1) helping the people of interested countries and areas meet their needs for trained workers; 2) helping promote a better understanding of Americans in countries where volunteers served; and 3) helping promote a better understanding of peoples of other nations on the part of Americans.

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A friend of mine once told me that your bodega knows all your darkest secrets. Being my primary water supply, East Village Farms may know me better than myself. When I heard that they were closing I found it hard to believe; it’s clean, friendly, busy and, well, pricey. I always assumed it had long ago cleared the zenith of the retail life-cycle and was well into piloting the stratosphere of boundless, automatic prosperity. But this bodega has it’s own secret, one that anybody looking at the building from across the street will wonder - what’s upstairs? 

A giant windowless brick shell traversed only by an old, warped fire escape juts up some 40ft directly above the store front, a giant black box. I learned from people in the neighborhood that this was once the old Hollywood Theatre which shut down in 1959, but what was more surprising was when I found out it wasn’t just another dusty, gutted empty space, but that it was the functional store room for my dearest bodega! If the store was my sparkling spring, this was its cavernous aquifer. I began asking regularly about going upstairs at every two-dollar hydration visit. I wanted to photograph it and at one point late at night did receive permission, only to return the following day to be met with language barriers and gestures of denial. Eventually, I found my friend working again and received an invitation to return “after midnight”. So I showed up with my camera and tripod, he warned me there was only one light, but it was plenty. Walking through the back past all the things you would expect and up a small staircase deposits you stage-left in this little store’s swollen subconscious.

After spending at least an hour shooting up there, I came down and gladly purchased a $15.50 6-pack of bud light. I’ll miss this place and the kind ladies who would sometimes slip a Haribo gummy pack into your bag. Rumor is the building and the old theatre are to be torn down very soon to make way for new development, East Village Farms will be closed in just a few weeks…

More photos at kevinsheaadams.com.

mothernaturenetwork:

NASA captures video of moon’s far sideVideo is part of a larger project for schoolchildren on Earth to be able to fully explore the lunar surface from a computer.

mothernaturenetwork:

NASA captures video of moon’s far side
Video is part of a larger project for schoolchildren on Earth to be able to fully explore the lunar surface from a computer.

fuckyeahmenswear:

Fuck hibernation.
That shit is mad overrated.
The kid is back on his grizzy.
But don’t call it a comeback.
Been had slapping Moncler ass wearing hoes upside their dome piece.
With a godddamn mitten.
It’s been a busy fucking winter.
Ya feel me?
Snow globbin’.
Globe trottin’.
Trot swaggin’.
Swag jackin’.
F/W 1974.
Détente type shit.
Ushanka stuntin’.
Inspiration board (Cold War remix) feat. MC Ford and Lil’ Brezhnev.
Brrrr.
Ad libs slicker than your lezzy haircut.
More twisted than your barber’s mustache.
Cleaner than your new brogue booties.
Have the ever sniffed the city’s salt?
Leather sole obsessive compulsive disorder.
LSOCD.
Leaders steez out crisply dressed.
Skipping NYFW all together.
Richy hit up dude.
Natch.
But who wants to be another booty shakin’ hoe in The Tong Song?
But who wants to kick it with 20 plus broads?
When you’ve got a cockblock parading as a press junket.
When all the good dickwear has already graced Euro catwalks.
When you’re already the heart of the city.
Robbiegella chain.
Only Built 4 Lincoln Center aint swag.
Itineraries aint swag.
#fashunz aint swag.
Nah, son.
I’ll roll my trousers.
Double down on four-in-handies.
And sip my Rozay all alone.

fuckyeahmenswear:

Fuck hibernation.

That shit is mad overrated.

The kid is back on his grizzy.

But don’t call it a comeback.

Been had slapping Moncler ass wearing hoes upside their dome piece.

With a godddamn mitten.

It’s been a busy fucking winter.

Ya feel me?

Snow globbin’.

Globe trottin’.

Trot swaggin’.

Swag jackin’.

F/W 1974.

Détente type shit.

Ushanka stuntin’.

Inspiration board (Cold War remix) feat. MC Ford and Lil’ Brezhnev.

Brrrr.

Ad libs slicker than your lezzy haircut.

More twisted than your barber’s mustache.

Cleaner than your new brogue booties.

Have the ever sniffed the city’s salt?

Leather sole obsessive compulsive disorder.

LSOCD.

Leaders steez out crisply dressed.

Skipping NYFW all together.

Richy hit up dude.

Natch.

But who wants to be another booty shakin’ hoe in The Tong Song?

But who wants to kick it with 20 plus broads?

When you’ve got a cockblock parading as a press junket.

When all the good dickwear has already graced Euro catwalks.

When you’re already the heart of the city.

Robbiegella chain.

Only Built 4 Lincoln Center aint swag.

Itineraries aint swag.

#fashunz aint swag.

Nah, son.

I’ll roll my trousers.

Double down on four-in-handies.

And sip my Rozay all alone.