Table to Mountain: How the Anon Encounters Collection Came to Life

Lively conversations around the dinner table cover all manner of topics, from film, to music, and life. Markers and paper sit idle on the counter on the edge of the room. At the head of the table, Lucas peers out from under the brim of his bucket hat through round-rimmed glasses, taking it all in. People pass and serve from platters of food, laughing and exchanging glances while the Oregon night descends on the cabin near the slopes of Mount Hood. “I was always inspired by food,” says Lucas, “my dad owned restaurants...”

Basking in the warm lighting and congenial atmosphere, the small group’s conversations give way to hugs and thanks as everyone parts ways to find quiet and sleep.

Bold lines, colorful palettes, imaginative creatures — Lucas Beaufort, the man in the hat, may still be a stranger to you, although it’s likely you’ve seen his art before. He grew up in the vibrant coastal city of Cannes, France. His work takes many forms: murals, an embellished Volkswagen Beetle, flash tattoos, skateboard decks. He says he always carries a tube of acrylic paint in his pocket, just in case inspiration strikes.

For Lucas, art provides many outlets, like letting him process his dreams. But painting is also an opportunity for him to reflect on the world that he moves through. His presence in Oregon is just one stop on a much longer road, one that rarely finds him working alone.

Back in the kitchen, Sam, Michelle, Nick, and the rest of the Anon crew sit around the dining table, focused on the papers lying in front of them. With marker in hand, Lucas guides the exercise. “Help me to design something...” he says, addressing the group. “I want you to be part of it: it’s an extension of yourself, just express yourself.”

Beyond this initial prompt, the direction is limited. Markers begin moving across paper, some confidently, some more hesitantly. Lucas works alongside them, bent over his own page, glancing up now and then at what’s forming around the table. Smiles, a laugh at someone’s attempt, a quiet nod toward a shape that’s working — the room fills with its own kind of focus.

The structured creative time gives way to other group activities: a swim in an alpine lake, a mountain bike ride along dusty trails as the Oregon summer presses in around them. Different pace, same people, side by side.

After the gathering, the loose pages scattered across the table that night remained as artifacts of everyone’s shared experience. “It’s an extension of yourself,” Lucas had told them, and that held true even once the pages were put away. The drawing session wasn’t the artwork itself; it was a shared starting point, a way of being in the same creative space together before Lucas went back to his studio. What he carried back with him was bigger than any single sketch: their shared playlists, conversations over dinner, a swim in the lake, a dusty bike ride, all of it folded into what he made.

In the weeks that followed, what emerged carried the same spirit that had filled the kitchen that night — Sam, Michelle, and Nick’s openness, reflected back through Lucas’s own hand. The result: a new series of unique graphics on Anon gear.