WE'RE SUPPORTING

The work of New York-based photographer Manolo Campion draws from a broad spectrum of experiences, including formal training in photography from the Pasadena Art Center in California, and time spent living and working in London. Read more

WE'RE TRAVELLING TO

This striking design — still in the planning stages — aims to covert a desolate, disused sand mine into a thriving environmental preserve and eco-resort. The development lists an impressive array of green designs, including living walls and a five-acre green roof, and effortlessly succeeds in that all important eco-feature of blending in with its surrounding environment. Read more

WE'RE WEARING

Australian jewellery label Peas, Corn and Tomato Sauce produces a range of one-of-a-kind jewellery made from items including busted vinyl, burnt and dismembered plastic dolls, chess pieces, and toys including army men, monsters and cowboys and Indians. Each piece is unique, hand-made and comes with a guarantee to start conversations wherever you go. Come over to the Lost At E Minor store and grab one now for $33. Read more

WE'RE THINKING

I’ve been admiring the work of Portland illustrator John Klassen for a while now. I’m irrepressibly drawn to his muted, textured landscapes, in all their mysterious glory. No coincidence then that a Coraline section should have recently appeared on his site. It just makes me want to see the movie even more. Read more

WE'RE READING

This beautiful black and white art periodical Color Ink Book has been designed so that you can add splashes of color to any of the pages that catch your eye. This second issue features the work of more twenty five international artists, including Andy Smith, Formfieber, Marco Rached, Nathan Spoor, and Trystan Bates.

Oh man! To be young enough to bop, groove and scratch like these kids. For Japanese superstars DJ Sara (8 years old) and DJ Ryusei (5 years old), there’s no such thing as tomorrow. Read more

WE'RE LISTENING TO

I’ve heard whispers that Kings Of Convenience, the Norwegian duo of folkloric proportions, have split. I hope they’re unfounded, but like all good rumours, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Perhaps Erland Oye is enjoying the unlimited scope of his solo career too much? And then there’s his new submorphic guitar pop project, The Whitest Boy Alive, to keep him occupied. The whitest boy alive? Indeed he is. But damn the guy can sing.