mexicanos locos!

My amigo Omar in Mexico City sent me two pictures from La Avenida Reforma in Mexico and it seems my work is on display in a foreign country. I met a group of crazy Mexicans in Banda Aceh after the tsunami and these god sent angels were helping recover victims…more on this story in the future. As I followed them around for days we took amazing photos which lead to so much in my life. These guys changed my life is reallly what happen.

Anyway I gave them a disc with images and they used them like crazy. I guess they took them to someone and they used them for a gallery of images for something. No explanation…do I need one?

I got images around the world!

Sordo!

Its hard to really talk straight about your family as too many personal things come up. Life isn’t always nice or perfect but life…it may be hell, but its my hell. Either way, the last 9 days with my family was great. Not perfect but great.

Its hard to see family as everyone grows differently regardless of what or who you are. Oddly enough, you see your family and its like seeing a prediction…you know exactly who you are and who you will become. I embrace it. Actually, I look forward to it…screws and all.

Funny, I add this thinking about my title and the picture.

I watched Diamonds are Forever and at the end where James is trying to catch Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the voice, that voice…two minutes and counting…

Life isn’t that far away.

went out shooting…


Ala Moana paddlers at sunset.

As life is slowing working itself back into simplicity, picking up cameras and walking around soothes the restless beasts of boredom.

I waltzed down to Ala Moana on Friday and today with a new film in the Leica, Ilford XP2 (a monochromatic film I decided to try comparing it to Kodak 400CN–essentially, black and white film developed in C-41–more later.) I decided to keep the Summilux 50mm lens on the M6 and readied myself for a few surprises. Film always allows for so many mistakes, user and quality, but always delivers that organic feel which digital can’t touch. Mistakes are good, as it keeps us in a real realm of reality. Digital kinda creates perfect life…almost like a video game or cartoon.

Walking back from Chinatown this morning proved worth wild…with trusty camera at side, I found myself standing in front of a unslightly smoking memorial. About 8-10 guys on scooters were buzzing around the backside of a funeral home on Kukui St. Several of them formed a line back spinning their tires throwing smoke and noise into the air. What a racket but what a site.

Come to find out I see a guy I know, Smokey is his name and I actually shot him a few months back AND oddly enough, I blogged about him and posted his photo.

See here at

http://marcpix.blogspot.com/2007/10/smokie.html

He told me one of their “gang’s” friend died in a bike crash. 80’s miles and hour into a wall. Bam…what a way to go. His friends were giving him a really noisy send off. I wondered what his family thought of the ruckus his buddies were giving him. I guess no worry about the environment with the smoke.

And speaking of Smokie, he was quiet the character…40oz half drank bottle of beer at hand. And it wasn’t even noon. Gotta love it.

Oh–and the film. Kodak and Ilford make these great monochromatic films you can process at any daylab and get great black and white images. The reason I love using it as you can use digital ice from the Nikon scanner programs to clean up dust, etc. Traditional b/w film doesn’t allow good results using “ice.” And besides, a hour’s processing for cheap at Longs really saves the day and the pocketbook.

A Native American, a Texan, and a cougar walk into a bar in Molokai


Yeah, kind of a funny start to a joke but its real. We sat three, rather four as there were two Native Americans, no actually three Native Americans…their son and his hot girlfriend…me, the Texan (yeah yeah who lived a long time in New York–more of a New Yorker than a damn Texan these days), and the cougar, all at at the bar in Hotel Molokai last week. The cougar is/was Dr. Psychoanalysis who was a bit scary cause you never know how they view you but really its how you present yourself to them once you know who and what they do. She did give me a good lecture on myself as I did encounter some problems on Molokai that truly perturbed me. More on that later.

The Native Americans proved to be the nicer people you could ever come across in any point in time of life. The father, an ER doc in California, crawled from the depths of a trailer park reservation to make it big time. The wife, of course, caring like anything, and their son, roughly my age but better looking and the gringa girlfriend. She also proved to be a sweet person and emailed me a great picture of the view over Kauai from a hang glider.

You can’t make shots like this…good going girl! They just have to happen. You rocked that shot. Beautiful world.

What I found fascinating about their relationship to the surrounding was the fact that no one from this group seem to be taking anything…sure sure that silly notion of the indigenous connection to land, blah blah blah but in many ways it seems to hold true. The doctor could have been a plastic surgeon or some shallow money making bastard from SoCal in a 500SL, hairplugs and liposuction, but he spent his time working on the city’s poor and needy. Gunshots, stabbings, scaldings, ruptures and whatnot. Real life, giving back to what or where he might recognize.

He also stated the obvious that we do need a national health care system. Funny words coming out of a well to do doctors mouth as he, in all aspects, might cut off his salary but in his views, its best for all than just a select few. I agree and thank you for your presence. I walked away with more than I gave. Wonderful wonderful people.

And to note–their tribe has a casino. The money flows in and flows back to the tribe. Good things for people who suffered so…maybe the state of Hawaii should consider such things but alas, corruption, moral and social conditions might not ever allow such a proposal. I say give them Molokai, put a casino and see life improve. Hell–every Asian who can walk would be in Hawaii gambling! Imagine the tax revenue and the ultimate flithy corruption our corrupt politicos already have….

Four days/three nights might be a more appropriate title for this blog; however, viewers of the new SHUTTERBUGGERY, will see where I am going with my thoughts.

Frommers sent me to Molokai to capture the natural beauty and essence of the island which is known as the most “Hawaiian” of all the Hawaiian islands. There is no major working resort, no slow chugging tour bus, snap happy Japanese, or for that matter, much of anything on Molokai. A friend Jordan, who is whiter than white is 50% (is that right?) Hawaiian–yeah, brah!…told me life on Molokai dances to a different drum. Native Hawaiians who choose to live on Molokai homestead and prefer to live off the land and practice aloha aina…or love of the land.

Molokai is one of those places where you can easily get back to your native roots and forget about the western world and their problems. Sitting on an isolated beach or on top of a Molokai mountain ridge, you can easily forget about the election follies, bailouts, and receding economic the West created and pushed the world into.

Its more than obvious how some people wish and want to live. They’d prefer not to have tourism like what Waikiki developed and to me, Maui is one of the worst as mainland developers cordoned off bits of the coast line making it impossible to visit the beach without going through resort property or paying big bucks to park. Many have said that some of those gorgeous Maui beaches around Wailea never had proper beach access as it remained undeveloped so some might argue it was good to tame and change the environment as it opened up access to many who might not have enjoyed the golden sands of Wailea.

Overall I can see both sides, developers creating and granting (limiting, though) access to the beach while locals stating they can no longer get to the beach cause of development. Funny, lots of local beaches where no tourist are around (or allowed for that matter) are shanty towns of homeless, drug addicts, or the scum of society. A former friend once took me to a former military beach. The base closed and gave the beach back to state control. The garbage bins overflowed, crushed beer cans and glass littered the grass and parking lot, plastic bags floated over the once pristine landscape along with clam shelled take-out boxes, and the oddly enough, the smell of spent diapers filled my nostrils. I’ve been around to many tourist sites in Honolulu and its very easy to find green glass shards of Heineken bottles scattered around. I can guarantee tourist are not tossing their empties on the street, beach, or where ever.

So does development keep the locals from destroying their environment? Does development which brings high paying tourists to the islands keep the locals from tearing up the place?

What tourist wants to go home with a nasty cut on their foot from a broken beer bottle?

So much to argue as most of the people who argue against development are people who were not born on Hawaii. At the hotel bar, I had some rude, caustic woman scream “NO MORE F*CKING PICTURES OF MOLOKAI!” once she found out what I was doing on the island. She claimed us guide books ruined Kauai and gave away all the secret beaches and coves only “locals” knew about. My pictures would do the same for Molokai. I felt honored in a way that I held so much power over her destiny.

Needless to say, this New York woman with the heavy Jewish Long Island accent, worked as a midwife, probably wasn’t married, and would curse you if you didn’t agree with her views or politics…a real liberal democrat if you know what I mean. Sometimes these types are the most intolerant of all. I spoke with another super liberal gallery owner a few weeks back who told me the best merits of Obama was that he was black. I bit my tongue as I though if that’s the best you can muster then you obviously don’t deserve to vote let alone breath this brand of foolishness to others.

The New Yorker bitched an moaned that her secret places were written about and discovered. She claimed perverts were not arriving at these secret places and performing lewd acts in public. Liberals, I should say, or maybe libertines rather.

I don’t know why (I can guess) but Hawaii is filled with hippie liberal super intolerant types who believe they know what is best. New agers who drifted over from West Coast cause they already sullied their past communities. Its as if many of these people floated over from the West/East coast to live some post-Hippie life of isolation, yoga, natural, foods, arts, and this odd embrace of local culture sans the expressos and lattes from Starbucks, the very essence of commercial liberalism. If I were native to Hawaii, I would truly wonder what the hell is wrong with many of these people. Don’t get me wrong, America is vast and wide and if you are an American you should be able to move and live where ever you see fit.

But these intolerant types just fill Hawaii and they seem to be the most vocal when it comes to economic development around the islands. Not to dwell into the specifics of the Superferry, I will say the most vocal and more or less violent protesters on Kauai were white transplants! I scanned the tv screen hoping to see more than just a token local/Hawaiian but they were far and few between when the protest started. These white jackasses hijacked the entire economic agenda of having a inter island ferry which would have helped more (in my opinion) than damaged so many of these subjects they complained about.

I truly wonder what the natives think of these loud mouthed assh*les from the mainland. I know what I think.

Lanai friends who I mentioned in a past posting mentioned there are also others of above class living their protesting and screaming at any positive development which could and will bring jobs/prosperity to a shrinking tourism economy. The island wants to build wind turbines to generate electricity but this small vocal protest group condemned the project just because they could…and throw out excuses like damaging bird migration, noise, etc…all because they don’t want scenic perfect views of paradise destroyed by the demands of the public for cheap energy, jobs, and prosperity for all.

The most damning of them all was a scum low life bastard who had the nerve to confront me and demand I not take pictures of his surf break cause tourist might start showing up and surfing on his/their spot. THIS JACKASS IS A WHITE DUDE FROM THE MAINLAND. AT LEAST THE LOCAL GUYS WHO BEEFED WITH ME TOLERATED MY PRESENCE BUT THIS TRANSPLANT, THIS MALIHINI REFUSED. WHAT A JERK.

Funny I was waiting for Gary Busey to rescue me from the dregs of society.

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As I sauntered back to the bar every evening after a long day of hunting for images and dodging angry transplants and leery locals, I found solace at the bar with my extended family: Mom, Dad, little brother, and sister in law. Oh I can’t forget the cougar. She was the one that made the night entertaining, at least to watch.

Salute!

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