Our wristwatches are Irish made. Our clothes, Chinese.
In NYC, cultures co-exist and collide often, splashing the streets with reminders of home. These are waves that look like dashiki hoodies, waves that sound like walking past Dyckman on a Sunday, waves strong enough to bring the sounds of the Caribbean to the corners of Crown Heights.
And we want to ride these waves. Effortlessly.
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