https://bobae.studio/ One small detail of one object, looked at closely. https://bobae.studio/n/004-vintage-levis https://bobae.studio/n/004-vintage-levis Tue, 07 Jul 2026 00:00:00 GMT denim textile Something new, old, borrowed, and blue. It’s a fitting description for what vintage Levi’s jeans have become in my wardrobe. My body has changed over the years, and with that, so have my clothes. And finding a pair of jeans that fit you just so is a different kind of discovery and joy altogether. They are new to me, yet old in this world, borrowed from someone else’s day-to-day wear, faded but still blue and even lovingly renewed with stitches and patterns. https://bobae.studio/n/003-tiffany-glass https://bobae.studio/n/003-tiffany-glass Mon, 06 Jul 2026 00:00:00 GMT glass A combination of sand, soda, and limestone under fire becomes molten liquid that eventually hardens into something magical: glass. An invention that’s 4,000 years old that feels both ancient and futuristic at the same time, glass is everywhere, sometimes just a knock away from teetering precariously on a shelf, and other times as resilient as the brick and metal that frame it against century-old buildings. There are opaque ones where the color and density you see inside of it is the point, and transparent ones that simply direct your vision through to the other side. https://bobae.studio/n/002-pastry-box https://bobae.studio/n/002-pastry-box Sun, 05 Jul 2026 00:00:00 GMT paper string Have you ever noticed that babies and toddlers sometimes spend more time playing with the packaging in which their presents came in than the actual presents themselves? I’m like that with the plain white boxes some bakeries use to box up their stuff. I’ve bought cookies and cannolis at my local bakery just to watch them tidy things up with a crisp tissue paper, punctuated by the extremely satisfying final touch of the baker’s twine. https://bobae.studio/n/001-leather-journal https://bobae.studio/n/001-leather-journal Fri, 03 Jul 2026 00:00:00 GMT paper leather I’m in love with papers, specifically journals. I’ve kept a journal, on and off, since 1st grade. It started out as a nightly homework assignment that we handed to our teachers the next day – quite the opposite of how one typically uses a journal, a private diary. The fact that there was a daily reader kept the parameters of my entries rather factual, like I was a sailor keeping a record on his maiden voyage to an unknown land. Big feelings and secrets didn’t come into play until I was in middle school, accompanied by cutouts of magazine pictures, stickers, and hand drawn illustrations. Nobody was a better listener than these blank pages of my journal.