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We’re celebrating the best of summer—from PTO and parties to projects and popcorn-worthy premieres.
Photo taken in Montauk, NY
Ah, Summer. The season of rooftop regrets, inbox automatic replies, and clinging to your PTO like it’s the last slice of watermelon at the Summer Party. As the days get shorter and the AC wars rage on, we pause—spritz in hand— to reflect on another Summer well spent. This season, we’re spotlighting the things that make Stonefield tick—starting with you. Inside, you’ll get a glimpse of what one of our beloved Team Yankee members carries to work every day and the latest merch drop to keep you all looking sharp at your desk, in the field, or at the beach. We’ve also racked our brains to try and recall the events that transpired in Montauk at the Summer Party this year.. Hurricane Erin had the ocean boiling, the waves pumping, and did you know there is such thing as a “chicken tender tower?” Speaking of delicious offerings, we’ve also got a quick recap of Café Kylie —a pop-up coffee and matcha event hosted in Tampa. Looking ahead, all eyes are on Project Stonefield—our first-ever company film showcase at the end of September, where each team pulls back the curtain to share with us what they do best. There’s been a lot of buzz leading up to such a special event, and we really can’t wait to see what you’ve all cooked up for us. Inside there’s plenty more—including employee interviews, another Where In The World of Stonefield section, and tons of car washes—yes, we’re sudzing up America one development at a time. Lastly, we’ve featured the third board game installment on the back side of this page for you all to challenge each other to, but for now, kick back, catch up, and let’s savor what’s left of summer vibes until Autumn fully sets in.
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ss25 design insight
From the roar of folklore to the hush of incense smoke, Bali surrounds you with contrasts that somehow exist in harmony. These designs carry that duality forward—fierce and quiet, grounded and alive—stitched into garments meant to travel with you.
Some trips you remember. Others alter your sense of color, space, and story. Bali left us with all three—the warmth of its clay roads, the weight of its myths, the makeshift nature of its structures. The beautiful morning offerings placed everywhere as gratitude to the gods and to promote balance. The dense green pressing in from every side. That quiet hum of energy you carry with you long after leaving. The spring/summer 25 collection is our attempt to capture that energy—the way light dances through leaves, the tension in a tiger’s poised stride, the balance of movement and stillness woven through the island’s myths. Each design carries a pulse, a subliminal potential energy ready to spring into life, just like that of a big cat.
Tigers appear again and again, sometimes circling, sometimes watching, always alive in motion and spirit. They embody both strength and grace, the duality of creation and restraint, the harmony of opposition. Their presence fascinates us, and we can’t help but to admire their elegance. That guy with great hair eating the sun, that’s Kala Rauh. This collection is more than artwork—it’s the essence of a place, translated into line, color, and form. Bali’s energy, its stories, and its rhythms live here, distilled into a visual language meant to be seen, felt, shared, and carried with you as a reminder of that potential energy inside you—ready to roar. Wear the collection like a tiger wears its coat, embracing the dirt, scars, wear, and tear.
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Cafe Kylie recap A recap of the biggest event in Tampa. A little friendly competition, some first-time fans, and few heavy hands. The recipe for a successful boozy workshop. Be on the lookout for Kylie, she may just show up at your doorstep next. On July 31st, the Tampa office traded spreadsheets for sprotinis at Café Kylie, a one-day-only matcha and espresso pop-up hosted by their very own Kylie. The event kicked off with a quick how-to on crafting the perfect base for your beverage of choice—think barista school, but with better company and less pressure to spell names correctly. From there, the office split into two teams: Kids vs Adults. The kids took the first barista shift, and let’s just say Mikey’s sprotini was... strong. The biggest challenge of the day? Not the latte art or the caffeine jitters. It was wrestling the cocktail shaker open to actually pour the drinks. Highlights included people trying matcha for the first time and a strong collective opinion that Kylie should take this show on the road. Plans are already brewing (pun intended) for the next event: a latte art class where employees will learn to make those satisfying, swirly hearts in their foam. Until then, cheers to Kylie for shaking things up—literally— and proving that Tampa knows how to do coffee breaks right. Other offices—be on the lookout. Kylie might just show up on your doorstep with a jar of matcha powder.
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What was once a roaring artery of commerce has softened into a sanctuary of green and stillness. Look closer — do you know where you stand? Guess the city one of our 7 offices shares with the mystery location below.
In the mid-19th century, this quiet ribbon of water was anything but. Carved by hand and opened in 1834, it quickly became a restless artery of commerce — a liquid highway shuttling millions of tons of coal toward cities that crackled with new industry. Barges creaked through its narrow channel, pulled by mules along shaded towpaths, the air thick with grit, steam, and the steady rhythm of progress. But progress is impatient. Steel tracks and iron locomotives soon outran the old canal, and by the early 1900s its currents had stilled. The official closure in 1932 left behind a hushed corridor of stone locks and moss-draped walls, where nature slowly reclaimed what men had forced. And yet the story did not end. Decades later, preservationists reimagined this forgotten passage, not for commerce but for wandering souls. Today, it stretches more than 70 miles as a park — a winding trail of water and woodland, where runners trace the mule paths, kayaks drift through mirror-still pools, and cyclists roll beneath cathedral-like canopies of green. Once an engine of industry, now a sanctuary of silence and motion — but can you tell where? The answer can be found on the back page.
Montauk Memories
Skipping stones and skipping sleep. A night that only ended because the sun forced it to. Isn’t that how summer should feel? Blink and it’s gone—good thing we didn’t. On August 23rd, Montauk was in rare form—sky spotless, post-hurricane waves pumping in with a hypnotic rhythm, and a sun that warmed but never burned. We claimed a patch of sand as if it had been waiting there just for us. Down the beach, we gave in to that timeless urge—skipping stones and climbing anything in sight. Call it primitive, call it pointless, but it’s the kind of play that makes adults feel ageless again. Later, we migrated from sand to lounge chairs at The Montauk Beach House. Our private corner came alive— plates shuffled, glasses clinked, laughter echoing from every conversation. Setting sun on skin, we basked in the light like a lizard under a lamp. A few dove headfirst into the water to cool off, while others drifted toward the poolside DJ to heat up. You’d be hard pressed to call it lounging. When the poolside hours dissolved, the night splintered. Some chased sleep, others chased dinner, but both paths met at the same destination: the club. Our own table, bottles rolling in one after another, bodies blurring into motion until the whole room felt alive. Time evaporated. And just when it seemed over, it wasn’t. We found ourselves back on the beach, a fire clawing upward against the Atlantic wind. Faces lit in orange glow, voices rising and falling with the tide. The dips were skinny as the first streaks of sunrise spilled across the horizon. The night turned morning. The weekend turned memory. The story still echoing—until we do it all again.
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GUESS WHO ANSWERS: A4, b3, c2, d1
Where in the world answers: Princeton, nj