I’m what you’d call a hunter. I hunt for experiences, jobs, dreams, the truth (ok, that last one did sound a bit pretentious) and basically I hunt for everything but love. Those who try to for hunt love usually just want to love for the sake of loving somebody, but I believe love cannot be hunted down, it comes to you at the right moment when you’re least aware of it, how cliché that ever might sound. So skip those dating apps and just get out there and live your life. That’s what I’m trying to do, even though finding the love of your life at your local grocery store might not be the easiest thing out there, but it’s worth a try.
As long as I’ve known Hunter (the brand that is) I’ve always thought about boots and footwear, but when I was introduced to this classy rubberised leather backpack in yellow, I discovered not only a large range of products previously unknown to me, but also a history of a company dating back to 1856. Being a history nerd there is so much to tell, but let’s compress that to the fact that Hunter delivered boots to the British army in both World Wars and their high quality comes out of both experience as well as innovation.
This particular bag somehow got me into a rapeseed field (what a horrible name for a beautiful crop!) down in the south of Sweden and the field seemed endless. That brings me back to the concept of hunting. Whatever you’re hunting for it usually takes preparations, time and patience out of which the two latter ones are not my forte… However, wandering around these very high rapeseed plants made me feel tiny and for anyone having problems with pollen I wouldn’t recommend a visit, but there is something serene about a field covered in all yellow. I was hunting for serenity and I got my prey.
When you’re wearing something as colorful as this backpack, you need to tone down the rest of the outfit to make it stand out. That’s why I’m wearing a set of a jacket and a pair of shorts from American Vintage (which repelled the ever so sticky pollen from the flowers too for that matter). Now I’m off hunting for whatever’s next in my life and I know exactly what it is. The Fashion Weeks for Men begin in less than 9 days and I’m a tiny bit stressed out by that fact, but I know I’ll have the time of my life, so it’s so worth it. So to all you people in lack of motivation: Keep hunting, or if you haven’t got that far yet, let the hunt begin!