roots.
Hop started as a coffee shop in Sheffield. It was small, a bit chaotic, the door never quite shut. And it meant a lot to me. On our last day, I handed the keys over to an eager seven year old. I stood in the doorway one last time and felt the metal lock that I wrestled with every day for five years. I walked away happy, and free-ish.
After that, I tried to start something new. Different name. Different concept. Different version of myself I could send into the world and feel grown. I did not succeed.
None of the new names fit.
I finally let myself replay our last day as a coffee shop in my head. My eyes opened. I never locked the door.
So Hop is this now.
An online studio. A collection of projects. Writing. Experiments. Collaborations.
It is different. So am I. You probably are too. But our roots are the same. I am still chatting with my people, I am still over-caffeinated and I am still slinging silly little treats. Just a different flavour.
Things evolve. People evolve.
You don’t have to change your name every fucking time.
Hop continues.
And so do I.
Welcome back, motherfuckers.