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kicksaddictny · 1 year

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PUMA x P.A.M. Collection

P.A.M. and PUMA come together this season to create a collection blurring the lines between streetwear and outdoor clothing, within a larger, multifaceted project - the PAM/PUMA BIO/VERSE - aiming to reconnect with the concepts of nature and community.

Established in the year 2000 by Misha Hollenbach and Shauna Toohey, P.A.M. - short for Perks and Mini - is Melbourne-born and based, relocating to Paris 2015-2019. The brand has a multi- disciplinary approach blending fashion, graphic design, art, music and nightlife and has earned a cult following for its fun, carefree, colorful clothes.

Taking the wearer from the convenience store to the hiking trail, the first-ever PUMA x P.A.M. collection features simple yet adventurous silhouettes with bold graphics and all-over prints with a psychedelic edge. Its texture and color-rich concept is inspired by the South American Yareta, a blobby, velvety cushion plant.

“We wanted to make clothes that are comfortable for a seamless transition between the city and the wild, linking both of them”, says Misha Hollenbach.

“From the start, we saw this project as an opportunity to make something together that could go beyond fashion, and the PUMA team was instantly supportive. So, as part of the PAM/PUMA BIO/VERSE, we suggested created a project that worked to protect threatened wild places on the planet; the same kind of places that inspired the collection”, adds Shauna Toohey.

The BIO/VERSE uniquely commits to real-world environmental impact through a partnership with DEEP. Through the DEEP BioDATA Platform, the project supports the installation of biodiversity monitoring technology in one of the world’s last remaining wild places – the Jurua River region of the Western Brazilian Amazon. Cloud-connected audio sensors use Machine Learning to process live sonics from the project site, providing never-before-seen insight into keystone species, animal group behavior, insect density, primate community dynamics, migration patterns, change over time, and much more. This data is fed into local and scientific communities to enhance research, understand ecosystem dynamics, propel and direct conservation efforts, and stop illegal activity in these most beautiful and vulnerable ecosystems.

DEEP works with on-ground partner Instituto Juruá, and technology partner Rainforest Connection to achieve these visionary impact outcomes.

Spanning 20 different styles, the collection includes elevated basics such as fleece jackets and sweaters, cargo trousers, T-shirts, polo shirts, hoodies, and puffer jackets – all made with at least 20% recycled materials. The palette is nature-inspired and dominated by rich purple, lavender, green and copper tones. Shoes comprise classic sneakers, trail-running shoes and clogs. On the minimal side, accessories - a bucket hat and cap, a trail backpack and a bottle bag set - highlight functionality.

Directed by Ben Ditto - the celebrated Creative Director specializing in the execution of utopian concepts - the campaign is fronted by the hottest young face in rap Thaiboy Digital, and by indigenous Australian artist Milari Barker. The audio of the campaign is produced by Swedish audio pioneer, Varg2TM and uses samples taken directly from our Amazon project site. “They are all friends of the P.A.M. family, people with the same values as us, so building something together has been a joy”, says Misha Hollenbach. “Connection and community have always been key to how we work.”

The PUMA x P.A.M. Collection will be available globally from November 5 th in selected PUMA Stores, PUMA.com, P.A.M. stores, PERKSANDMINI.com, and distribution partners with a retail price ranging from $40 to $330.

#puma #P.A.M.#Collection #kicksaddict #clothing

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freshthoughts2020 · 3 months

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#puma #nitro #Puma Velophasis #Puma X Winter Rink T7 #Puma Teveris NITRO #Puma Suede Classic Selflove Sneaker #Puma Cali Court Match Sneaker #Puma Mayze Safari Mid Sneaker #Puma X P.A.M. Velophasis V002 Sneaker #Puma Palermo Hairy Suede Sneaker

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jinsei-pika-pika · 22 days

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#Street Style #Style #Street #Fashion #Issey Miyake #kotohayokozawa #Hanae Mori #Tom Wood #Chrome Hearts #P.A.M #Tiffany & Co #2024

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babythegod · 9 months

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#until proven guilty #vice versa #if you’re melanin rich #guilty until proven innocent #this is amerikkka #🇺🇸#I’ma sue the thongs off these mfs tho #on God #the only thing guilty #is their conscience #&only thing 💣 is my p.a.m #🐱 🍑 👄#🤫

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onceandfutureoshainspector · 2 years

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- this is PATRIOT? i thought he’d be taller. and also, y’know, a supercomputer brain with P.A.M. stencilled on the side. damn.

- ...huh?

- so this kid’s just been sending synths out there with pieces of an unbreakable code in the hopes that some random person might decode it? because, y’know, the COMMONWEALTH is crawling with master codebreakers who are also personally invested in tracking down synths specifically to help rather than harm them.

- like what he’s been doing is amazing, but by far the most amazing thing about it is that it didn’t immediately fail. aside from the RAILROAD the most likely player to crack this code, being invested in hunting down escaped synths and having apparently unlimited resources, is the INSTITUTE. the fact that he hasn’t been caught is a major miracle tbh.

- oh. ok. we’re just putting real names all the way out there huh. that’s cool. not like we’re in a facility riddled with surveilance devices or anything.

- oh good, he at least knows the RAILROAD is a thing that exists! still a massive leap of faith to keep sending people out blind, but ah well.

#i was so hoping for my p.a.m. theory to be correct :(#FALLOUT 4: THE RESURRECTION OF OSHA #fallout 4

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stoat-party · 6 months

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Just making sure you guys are aware of the time Deacon tried to murder P.A.M.

#fallout #Fallout 4 #deacon fallout #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #fo4

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grrl-beetle · 10 months

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P.A.M. x Rayon Vert

#Perks and Mini #P.A.M.#Rayon Vert

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nukacoola · 4 months

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Omfg I know I’m shouting into the void but every Fallout fan needs to read the journals of the Railroad leaders from P.A.M.’s mainframe terminal. There’s that huge theory that Deacon is the lone wanderer but he was actively, documentedly, doing stuff in the Commonwealth before, during, and after Fo3’s events jfc. I feel like I’ve uncovered sacred texts with untold secrets but they are fully available both in game and online.

The timeline does match up for Pinkerton in Rivet City to be Pinky from the Commonwealth Railroad tho which I fully believe.

#there is so much insane lore in there I swear #I’ll never be able to read a Deacon fic again knowing now the inaccuracies #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo3 #fallout 3 #the railroad fo4 #the railroad fallout #the railroad fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fallout #fallout deacon #fallout 4 deacon #fo4 deacon #the lone wanderer

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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You asked for Deacon requests so have some angst: Sole coming back from the Institute, reading the Railroad terminals and finding out Deacon knew about them and their connection to the Institute before they even left the Vault, and that he probably already knew Shaun was old/out of their reach?

Coming right up, hot, ready, and full of angst and hurt/comfort, my faves

LIES OF OMISSION™︎

Sole was utterly broken.

Their son. Their baby was the leader of the Institute, the boogeyman of the commonwealth, the very thing they’d been fighting against since the moment they stepped out of the vault. Why him? Why them? It was to the point, now, that Sole was numb. The pain was so overbearing that they just couldn’t feel it anymore.

Sole couldn’t help the defeated sigh that came spilling out as soon as they zapped back into the Railroad HQ from the Institute. Desdemona, Drummer Boy, and Tinker Tom all tried to speak to them as they walked in, but they ignored them all and pushed into P.A.M.’s room to log their findings and install the information on her terminal. It was also a nice time for them to get some peace and quiet, to mull over what their life had come to, because P.A.M. was being worked on by Tinker Tom and was out of commission for now. Thankfully, Deacon had disappeared while they were gone, like he normally did during uncomfortable situations, and he hadn’t come back yet.

They headed inside the room to find the terminal already open on some other agent’s logs. It wasn’t rare that Sole had to close out other agents logs — they were probably the only ones who cared enough to close them and sort them on the data system. As they drew nearer and caught sight of the glowing green words on the screen, though, the name at the top caught their attention.

DEACON - 9/5/87

They quietly wondered why a year old report of Deacon’s was pulled up, but they didn’t pay much attention. Instead, they started the commands to close out the file and sort it with the others, but something else on the screen caught their eye. Their name.

Curiously, Sole skimmed through his report. And then they did a double take, reading every word, taking in every letter, even going as far as to search between the lines. Deacon’s report was about them. About them and the Institute. About Shaun, their son, being the leader, about Shaun, their son, being an old man and not a baby. It was like he knew everything about them. But the date… they hadn’t even been thawed yet when he wrote that report.

They got dizzy. All this time he’d been supporting them in their endeavor to find their son, and all this time, he knew? He knew they would never find him? He knew they’d never get their baby boy back? He knew about the Institute, about Shaun, about Kellogg, about everything?

Sole felt sick as they turned away from the computer. But, much to their disdain, the very person they didn’t want to see was standing right behind them, silent for what seemed like the first time in his life. He knew they read it. They knew he knew they read it. The real question, now, was who was going to speak first?

Unsurprisingly, it was Deacon. There was no doubt he knew what Sole was thinking. It was the first time they’d seen him so serious — his expression soft and worried even behind his sunglasses. His voice came out gentler than they’d ever heard it before, as he muttered the only two words he could seem to force out: “I’m sorry.”

It was then that everything Sole was storing up inside seemed to come crashing down.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say?!” They snapped, throwing a hand out to the side. “You’ve known everything this entire time and all I get is an I’m sorry?!”

“Sole, listen-“

“-No! No! You listen to me!” The rage and despair they’d been holding about their son was building up, and hot tears pooled in their eyes as they shouted at him: “Everyone warned me about you the second I got here! Everyone told me to stay away from you, that you were just a dirty liar, that you’d been trained out of telling the truth and that you’d taint me with your… with your… your arrogance and your ignorance and your…”

Sole’s sentence trailed off, replaced by a childish hiccup as they ran a hand through their hair. Tears were streaming down their face, and the rest of HQ had gone silent in the other room, but they didn’t care. Deacon was standing right ahead, staring straight at them. Listening.

“I dismissed everyone, saying… saying you couldn’t be that bad, that you just needed a friend, that… that…” They gripped at the collar of their shirt. “I trusted you! I trusted you, Deacon! I stood by you when no one else would, I was on your side when you told me about your past, I gave you my unconditional support and told you every detail of my life, but silly me, you already knew! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Deacon shifted on his feet, muttering softly: “Because I was scared.”

“Huh? You were what?” Sole asked, stepping closer even though they’d very clearly heard what he said. He shifted his weight again, running a hand through his wig.

“I was scared, Sole. I didn’t want to tell you when you were fresh out of the vault, because that would’ve just screwed everything up. And then we started getting closer, and I got… I got scared of losing you, okay? I knew if I told you, you’d hate me.”

“And not telling me would be so much better?!” They shouted, wiping at the tears that were pouring down their face at an alarming rate. “Every time you’ve encouraged me to keep going, told me I would find him one day, watched me break down because I couldn’t find my baby… it was all a lie. I should’ve listened to everyone else. You’re just a dirty liar.”

Their last words came out as a half-voiced whimper, but Deacon flinched like they’d screamed it. Little did they know, it’d hit him like a bullet to the chest.

They began to sob more violently, turning away from him, choking: “Just a liar.”

“I… I didn’t mean for you to find out, Sole.”

“A lie of omission is… still a lie,” They muttered, sinking down in the small metal chair in the corner of P.A.M.’s room. They placed their hands on their knees and laced their fingers in their hair, crying. “Now would be a good time for you to disappear, like you always do.”

They didn’t hear anything for a solid thirty seconds, so they safely assumed he’d left. That was when they let themselves fall apart. They sat right there in that chair, folded over on themselves, crying like an absolute baby. Spluttering, hiccuping, weeping like a widow at a funeral. It was simply the most pitiful they’d ever looked, and the worst they’d ever felt. Their son was the leader of their worst enemy, and their best friend had been hiding it from them for their entire friendship. They were utterly and completely alone.

Until someone put a hand on their back?

They sat up, glancing at the person pitifully. They’d expected Drummer Boy, or Tinker Tom, maybe, but who they saw wasn’t either of them. It was him. He hadn’t left.

They wanted to hit him. They wanted to scream and yell and curse and shove him around and tell him how awful he was, remind him how much bad he’d done. They wanted to re-hash all the deep depths of his past that he’d whispered to them in deep conversations and pour them down on his head like acid rain, so loudly that Desdemona and all of Boston could hear. They wanted to strip him, break him, to make him nothing more than the shattered frame of a person because that’s what they were.

…But they couldn’t. Because he wasn’t a bad person. Because he didn’t deserve it. Because they loved him, Deacon, just how he was. They knew they shouldn’t have been able to look over the lies like that. They should’ve screamed and cried until their voice went out, should’ve shoved him out of their life and never allowed him back in. They should’ve closed the door in his face like everyone else had, left him to ponder what he’d done like a young child in time out. But somehow, they just couldn’t. They couldn’t do it. That very moment, when they should’ve made him feel like the scum he was, when they should’ve told him off and never spoke to him again, they…

They just wanted him.

All the rage inside of them dwindled to nothing as they stood up. Deacon was obviously expecting another explosion, for them to spew vile things and tell him off until he had no choice but to leave. But instead, Sole walked forward, wrapping their arms around him like they’d never hugged someone before in their life, whispering:

“I didn’t mean it,”

They felt his arms wrap around them securely. “I know you did, it’s okay. You were right. I am just a liar.”

A few more sobs wracked Sole’s small frame, and they tightened their grip around him, suddenly growing exceedingly desperate. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Deacon, please, please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave, I don’t… I can’t do this without you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, boss, who said I was leaving?” He asked, pulling them closer against his chest. “Stop apologizing. I deserved to hear every bit of what you said and more. I’m not going to leave you, Sole. And that’s something I’m not willing to lie about.”

Sole sank into his embrace, crying like a baby for what seemed like hours.

They loved him.

#fo4 deacon #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #fallout deacon #fallout four #fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #drummer boy #railroad

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fallout4-reacts · 9 months

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I don't know if you've played any other fallout game but may I ask companions react to finding out that Sole is actually an Enclave remnant (like the guy from Far Harbor)? If you can't, it's fine. Just swap Enclave for Gunners. Thx!

Yes, I played 1-2-3-NV-4, I scratched and didn’t really like tactics, I scratched and didn’t have time to play 76

I’m a little fallout maniac

Cait : "What the bloody hell is that supposed to do to me?"

Cait and Sole landed on the edge of a good campfire because the area is clear, and the path is still long before Harbor Grand Hotel. Sole wanted to take advantage of the chance to discuss about their past, which had come back to haunt them when they encountered the Great Zealot Brian Richter. The enclave.

"I... I had to talk about it."

Cait appears to soften as she places a hand on them.

"Hey, we've all made choices in the past that weren't exactly crystal clear, whether it was for the sake of survival or because we believed there were no better options. I'm the living embodiment of that, darling. But we've made progress, and honestly, I reckon we can confidently say we're heading in the right direction."

Sole gives her a gentle smile. Cait can get right to the point. They will always require her to return them to the present.

Codsworth : Codsworth listened as they went through each detail. There is no doubt that Sole has changed since the war. These awful decisions. He does, however, comprehend somewhere.

"You truly believed it to be a commendable decision?"

"I think. And I did. I opened my eyes though, and I left the ranks as I dealt with everything else.”

“Ah, I see you have made the correct decision, indeed. About your brahmin steak, mom/sir, do you still prefer it to be cooked thoroughly?”

“Yes Codsworth, please, with sauce. A lot of sauce.”

Curie : "In this Enclave, did they engage in acts of malevolence?"

Sole sighs.

"Unfortunately, that's what I discovered in the end, yes."

"But what did they do wrong?"

Sole's eyes widen in stupor.

"Brotherhood-like technology, Gunners-like mentality—can you imagine?"

"Have they perpetually exhibited such behaviour?"

They are shaking their heads.

"Not always. For a time, they pretended to be a legitimate military organisation deserving of the title. They then began to think bigger, desiring more authority. That's when I realised the foundations were in bad shape."

"I see."

Curie adds nothing. She'll undoubtedly have additional questions. She's always asking additional questions. But, for the time being, she has discovered a mushroom sample that she is very interested in studying, and her interest in this other subject has waned.

Danse (Post BB) : The man spends a long time just examining Sole, softly detailing them as if dissecting them completely with his eyes. Sole believed that this story would be forgotten, but on one of their missions, Danse discovered incriminating documents about Sole. Since then, he hasn't said anything. He only gave Sole an intense glance, with his lips pressed in a thin, severe line.

Sole awaits his verdict, and possibly their execution.

"We've all had serious lapses in our judgement, from what I see here," he concludes.

Sole had no idea how nervous they were. It's as if an iron rod has suddenly cracked in their body, and they're on the verge of collapsing. Danse appears to notice and approaches them, resting a hand on their shoulder.

"The past, my friend, is but a distant memory. In the grand tapestry of our shared history, your unwavering camaraderie has been the cornerstone, steadfastly bolstering me through triumphs and missteps alike. I am your companion, Sole; you are mine, and that is the only thing of significance."

Deacon : He's nevertheless having difficulties believing it. He was certain he acknowledged everything about Sole's life. However, P.A.M. is formal here; there is no room for error. He swallows the sensation of betrayal he had after honestly believing he and Sole shared a fairly sacred tie, feeling duped. That evening, over the fire, he is unusually quiet, as if he is painstakingly digesting the information.

"Hey? Are there no jokes tonight? There are no comments on anything? What's the matter, buddy?"

"No 'buddy' with me."

Sole, who was initially a little worried, is now extremely concerned. Being like this is completely out of character for Deacon. Unfortunately, he knows that if he presses the spy, Deacon will simply vanish into the wilderness. Therefore, he endorses this shift in attitude in the hopes to finally discover and resolve the problem.

Dogmeat : The good dog is unconcerned...really… He's here right now with a nice master, and he'll follow them all the way to the end of the earth. Factions are human stories, not canine concerns. But he appreciates Sole's conversation. He like hearing Sole speak.

Elder Maxson : Sole felt compelled to confess everything. However, staring at Maxson's white countenance of hatred while he remains rigid and subdued in rage in front of them, they question whether this was the proper move. They bowed their heads in shame.

"I realise I should have told you sooner... But that was a long time ago, and... I no longer agree with their values."

The Elder remains silent, but it is far from reassuring to Sole. They have no idea how to get out of this horrible situation or how to repair what has been broken. They believe the storm will break. They assumed that their friendship, trust, and respect for the Elder would suffice, but it now appears that they misjudged Maxson's resentment for the fallen faction. When he finally speaks, his voice is filled with disappointment, rage, and hatred.

"Leave immediately, wastelander. Begone from this place and steer clear of my vessel. Do not ever return. You are henceforth deemed an enemy of the Brotherhoods and shall be met with lethal force upon visual contact. I should've had you executed, for the example... *he sighs*. I pray that my frailty shall never haunt me in the days to come. But I shall never desire to lay eyes upon thee again, and I shall never yearn to have thy name grace my ears once more. Set out from the vicinity where the Brotherhoods reside."

Sole is not told twice. They considered it. They were afraid of being executed. They now have certainty.

Hancock : He chuckles. These aren't even close to his main interest. It's not his concern, it's other times and other locations. He offers a good dose of Jet to help Sole relax.

"Um... no thanks."

"Your bad."

The mayor is now focusing on what is truly critical. Fahrenheit will have his head if he does not intervene because the previous caravan did not pay its charge.

Gage : "Is this the outfit where you pick up that sour disposition of yours?"

"Huh?"

"Well, boss, I gotta say, you're really holdin' your own with this Enclave business...Is it akin to the Brotherhoods?"

Sole weighs.

"Yeah, somewhere, a little."

"Are they the ones responsible for making you such a badass?"

“Maybe…”

"Well, ain't that a sight for sore eyes. So, it seems like we've got ourselves a winner here. So, are you planning on conquering these settlements, or do you have another tale to spin that I couldn't care less about?"

MacCready : He frowns. He doesn't want to pass judgement... After all, Sole pays him handsomely. And judging would make him feel hypocritical. He is a former Gunner, not exactly a hero. But he frowns. He is well aware of what the Enclave is and, if we may say so, that they are worse than these cretins of Brotherhoods. Looking back at the parallel between their past and his own, he gives Sole a keen look.

"Have you sorted everything out with them? Are they gonna come at us in the dead of night for a desertion execution?"

"They are no longer in operation. The Brotherhoods have entirely dissolved what remained of their organisation."

"Is that where ya left the ranks?"

"No, before that. I disliked who I had become."

Mac can relate once more. He hands Sole a bottle of beer.

" If those sorry bastards can't even put up a fight against you and you keep coughing up my caps, then there ain't no damn reason to waste breath on it."

Nick Valentine : "Enclave, huh? Yeah, I caught wind of that. The wicked little sibling of the Brotherhoods, as far as I can tell."

Sole attempts to swallow. They are well aware that everyone, without exception, judges the Enclave. They eventually deserted the ranks because it was a big crap.

"Did ya know, partner, that I was once a member of the Institute?"

Sole raises their head to meet Nick's gaze. The old synth is clearly mocking. Sole understands the message.

"I'm making a big deal out of it?"

"A tad, I reckon. Now, if we were to discuss this fresh lead you're bringing back, do we?"

Piper : "A genuine ex-Enclave soldier, huh? Wow! Do ya realise that I churn out one edition a week just with your crap?"

Sole's eyes widen in astonishment. And possibly of terror.

"Are you going to write an article about this?"

" No, I ain't pullin' your leg. Still, it would sell, but I reckon it'd reflect poorly on the reputation of the... General of the Minutemen, you know? I'd rather go after the real villains. I would prefer ask you a hand in proving McDonough is a synth."

"How do you intend to accomplish this?"

Preston : The Colonel remains silent. He doesn't appear to have heard anything. He keeps turning the molerat meat on the stick he's holding above the campfire. Sole can no longer hold for long.

"Don't you mind?"

Preston raises his head to gaze at his General.

"The individual who came to my aid at Concorde was no longer affiliated with the Enclave, friend. This fella, who's always ready to lend a hand to the settlers and those in need, ain't no Enclave member, I tell ya. You speak of the soldier from the Enclave, do you? I'm afraid I can't say for certain, friend. We appear to have designated General of the Minutemen the hero who cleans the Commonwealth. That organisation should be the only one on their service record."

Sole laughs. What else could they have expected?

Strong : "What Enclave?"

Sole sighs. He was looking forward to this discussion. The past usually comes back to haunt us at some point. But he didn't realise he had to discuss it with a companion who doesn't seem to care about much, usually.

"It was a military group. Really something. We were fighting... well, that's all in the past now. A little sloppiness, a few too many smacks to the face by the BoS, and all the former Enclave troops are in disarray and have rebuilt their lives elsewhere."

"Soldier brave. Enclave not soldier."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Soldier fights to death. Puny human not dead. Not soldier."

“Hm. Okay, but what about this milk?"

X6-88 : "Indeed, it appears that prior to your decision to forsake Commonwealth organisations, you had already forsaken another former organisation."

"Wait a minute, what? I never turned my back on anyone!"

X6-88 indicates the screen in front of him. "You are present within the Enclave records. Do you deny it?"

Sole lets out a long sigh.

"I don't deny it. I was a member of that organisation. But it all crashing down. Like everyone else, I gathered what I could and moved on to rebuild my life."

"You have displayed a distinct lack of loyalty by abandoning them, much like the other factions that facilitated your arrival here. Is the Institute to be included in this package list, sir/madam?"

Sole is now staring at X6 as though he can't believe what he's hearing.

"It almost looks like you're trying to insult me."

There isn't even a wrinkle on the corner of the Courser's mouth.

" Sir/Madam, you have consistently forsaken your allegiances, repeatedly abandoning your organisations in favour of more advantageous prospects. I shall duly retain this information. If you have intentions to depart from the Institute, it is my solemn obligation to relay this information to my superiors."

"Well, as you so eloquently stated, I abandon my 'organisations' when I find a 'better' organisation. Let's play it that way if that's how you want to see it. Do you know of a better organisation than the Institute, X6?"

"Negative, Sir/Madam."

"Then you have your answer."

And the Courser seemed to be satisfied...

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