WORK IN PROGRESS

It's funny what's happening to us, our lives have become digital, our friends, now virtual, and everything you could ever want to know, is just a click away, experiencing the world through this endless second hand information isn’t enough, if we want authenticity, we have to initiate it.
Enjoy the ride...

skulliescf:

butterfly pullups explained by Chris Spealler from CF Park City

My man

thisismemaxi:

"New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do." 

storyboard:

The Fine Art of Coffee Portraiture

Here’s more evidence to back up all those studies on boredom inspiring creativity: Meet Mike Breach, barista extraordinaire, who “paints” everything — and everyone — into his lattes. “I’m an esspressionist,” he proudly proclaims. Just last year, Breach was idling away his customer-less hours in the back of a hotel kitchen with only a dormant espresso machine for company. He was “so, so bored.” So he taught himself how to inscribe ornate hearts in coffee foam, with a bamboo skewer as his paintbrush. “People got so excited about it!” says Breach, so he took it further. Out came the teddy bears (“the girls just love those”), a portrait of that hotel boss (“I didn’t show it to him, but my coworkers and I laughed about it”), and Salvador Dalì, and Edward Scissorhands, and Beyoncé.

We’re at the Smile To-Go, and he’s frothing some milk behind the counter; the shushing of the machine almost drowns out his words. He reflects. “It’s like, if something is lacking, you’ve got to find a way to make it exciting and fun. Right? I mean, I’m so happy that my old job was so boring! Otherwise I wouldn’t be making these! And this is just the beginning. I want to start a movement.” The milk is now pillowy, foamy-soft — perfect for the latte Breach is about to pour. He stares into his empty chestnut-colored canvas, and suddenly looks up. “I’ve been wanting to try Snoop. Let’s do that, yea?” 

bye-empire:

i know you didn’t bring me out here to drown

bye-empire:

i know you didn’t bring me out here to drown