“Makers Gotta Make” so the t-shirt worthy phrase goes. And makers who heed the call of this deeply-rooted drive are part of a special tribe. Which is why, perhaps, Walnut Studiolo’s founder Geoff Franklin couldn’t resist making a special gift for a fellow maker he admires, Nick Offerman.
Valerie is the quiet storm behind the scenes at Walnut Studiolo. You may have spoken with her on the phone or exchanged emails. Valerie keeps the ship afloat, ensuring orders go out on time, customers have the information they need and that the company keeps growing.
We get asked to make custom products (a lot). And we like it, because we really like designing new things. Here’s the thing, though: We’re a bit choosy about what projects we take on. The question for us is not, will Walnut Studiolo start making dog collars and wallets? The question for us is, what […]
How do you experience your ride? The practicality and sustainability of bike commuting meets a world of style, sophistication, and beauty in Mario De Armas’ short film, “electric riders.” In collaboration with Nycewheels, Bionx, Walnut Studiolo, and Papillionaire; filmed, edited, and produced by Mario De Armas and Sandbox Studio.
It was my first term and I was walking home alone across the village green after school when suddenly one of the senior twelve-year-old boys came riding full speed down the road on his bicycle about twenty yards away from me. The road was on a hill and the boy was going down the slope, and as he flashed by he started backpedalling very quickly so that the free-wheeling mechanism of his bike made a loud whirring sound. At the same time, he took his hands off the handlebars and folded them casually across this chest. I stopped dead and stared after him. How wonderful he was! How swift and brave and graceful in his long trousers with bicycle-clips around them and his scarlet school cap at a jaunty angle on his head! One day, I told myself, one glorious day I will have a bike like that and I will wear long trousers with bicycle-clips and my school cap will sit jaunty on my head and I will go whizzing down the hill pedalling [sic] backwards with no hands on the handlebars!
I promise you that if somebody had caught me by the shoulder at that moment and said to me, “What is your greatest wish in life, little boy? What is your absolute ambition? To be a doctor? A fine musician? A painter? A writer? Or the Lord Chancellor?” I would have answered without hesitation that my only ambition, my hope, my longing was to have a bike like that and to go whizzing down the hill with no hands on the handlebars.
-Roald Dahl, Boy