The Artifacts Journal
Pubs of the Scuttled
It’s not like we came to the Highlands to hit the pubs… but damn if they aren’t a great place to regroup. Or hide out from the rain. Or find some warmth from a nice iron, wood-fed fireplace. But most of all: to listen to some stories.
Historic Craftsmanship Meets Modern Style
Through Roark’s exploration of Scotland and the unearthing of the country’s history, we found a unique opportunity to partner with Harris Tweed, premium wool tweed dyed and hand (or pedal) woven by the inhabitants of the Outer Hebrides.
Walking Speyside's Highland Whisky Train
First called uisge beatha, or, “water of life,” back in the late-1400’s, whether legally (or illegally due to royal taxation back in the day), whisky’s been warming bodies and souls ever since.
Sea Cliffs of Elgol
“I had been grinding my teeth for a week now wanting to climb. We had already been shut down once by rain and wet rock, and our days were running out. The weather forecast wasn’t looking good and I was pretty sure I would go this trip without tying into a rope.”
Shelter From The Storm
This is Scotland, and if you might happen upon one of the dozens of uninhabited stone huts near walking trails across the Highlands and Outer Isles — you’ve probably come to what is known as a bothy. Should you come across one in the Highlands, review the following code so you don’t look like a complete tourist.
Riding the Skye
What happens when one of the most violent storms in UK history, Callum, hits full force mid-moto journey to the Isle of Skye? Put your head down and soldier on.
Roark lands Jeff Johnson
At Roark, Jeff Johnson joins our rag tag crew of ambassadors on their obsessive journey down the road oft not traveled. We can’t wait to support his journey and share it.
Roark x Helder Supply
Our pop-up corner is officially open at Helder Supply, Biarritz.
Feel free to visit it and have a look on our current collection Hong Kong Galore Vol 16 and "3 Cameras" photo show by Dylan Gordon.
Disconnecting on the South China Sea
We drift away toward the hazy fingers of the Ninepin Islands in search of fishing and diving spots but instead discover perfect ledges and inverted lines above water.