The beach, a sand wedge, and a mutt.

The beach, a sand wedge, and a mutt.

A last minute call came in from Golf Digest/World Magazine for a last minute job to shoot an ex LPGA golfer for their “Where are they Now?” section.  The job, which came via my agent, Wonderful Machine, needed to be done quickly over the weekend with a super fast turnaround.  Of course, this type of job is just down my alley.  I love the pressure, the over-the-phone art direction, the uncertainty, and the challenge to make an image as quick as possible.

So after a few hurried txt msg, a few emails, and a phone call, I got in touch with my subject, Lori Castillo, and set an 8 AM call time on Kahala Beach this past Saturday.  I begged my number one assistant, Jamm, or Jacques, as his real name is much more interesting than his nickname, to wake up early and come with me.  The lure of fast cash and a dim sum breakfast got him on my team.

So come Saturday morning, Jacques and I drove out to Kahala, quickly scouted the beach and found the right place and parking to make the job happen.  Lori showed up and, with lights and cameras in hand, we walked out to the spot where we’d shoot her in a couple of set ups. I talked with Lori for a bit while Jacques set up a beauty dish on a Profoto 7B pack.  Lori, who was a great sport, brought along a sand wedge as a prop as we were standing on the beach.  She took a few whacks at the sand for a few shots but it proved to be a better prop than an action tool.

As usual Jacques showed me up by being more interesting and talkative than me which was a great as he broke the ice with Lori as she was a bit nervous about the whole picture thing and I have a hard time talking when I’m thinking about f-stops and light ratios.  She and Jacques had the conversation going which allowed me to get her laughing and smiling naturally making a for a great portrait.  There is nothing better than having a good first assistant.

Our photo shoot, which lasted under an hour, did have its problems (as if you can call standing on a sunny Hawaiian beach a problem.)  As the beaches are public, beach goers walk up and down while swimmers and surfers splash around the surf.  At times I had to shift Lori into a different positions to avoid a walker on the shore or a swimmer in the water.  Its tough to get that clean background.

And out of nowhere, we had had an uninvited guest walk onto our set.  A little wet dog decided he wanted to be part of shot and saunter over to where Lori was standing and preened for the camera.  The dog, a mix of some terrier and God knows what else, sat at my feet staring at Lori as I took pictures of her but the little mutt decided he rather be part of the picture plopped down right in the middle of the set.  The dog, whose calm energy was so apparent, felt we were part of his pack and real never had much to do with us other than show he would be the one to have his picture taken.  Now talk about being upstaged!  The owner came and apologized for her dog’s obvious boorish manner but none of us cared.  We all scratched and tugged on the salty little mutt and it was more than obvious he enjoyed the attention from the three strangers that we were.

The dog, with his wiry hair and under bite, really stole the show.  He was the best little thing.  Too bad we couldn’t pack him up and take him with us.

Shopping in Kauai with Jen.

Shopping in Kauai with Jen.

Last month, I had a great opportunity to photograph a travel piece on shopping in Kauai for the New York Times.  Story can be found here. My assignment took me all over from Hanalei to Hanapepe.

One funny incident involved me and actress Jennifer Aniston.  While at Kong Lung Trading Company in Kilauea, I was minding my own business snapping pictures of the store when all a sudden Ms. Aniston, Jen, as I’ll call her now, whose hairstyle launched a nation of Rachel-look-alikes in the ’90s, waltzed into the shop and stopped my photo shoot.  I did hate that Rachel haircut…I dated a girl…actually I stopped dating her when she got that cut.  I couldn’t bare it.  I never liked Friends.  Of course, being the non paparazzi photographer that I am, I couldn’t go against the good graces of the store owners who surely didn’t want to loose a customer, especially Jen, who is, as we say, is a celeb.  So I had to stay back and wait patiently as her and her entourage went from rack to rack of clothing and the likes, all the while I whittled my thumbs waiting for her to go. I wanted to rush up to her with cameras ablazing and take that great front page shot for the travel piece but I didn’t.  I imagined all these readers rushing to the store cause “Rachel'” er, Jen was there…I mean if its good enough for her, well…

Her publicist bodyguard marched up to me immediately and confronted me about what I was doing with a camera.  I stared her down and explained I had nothing to do with Jen and that was that.  I can give stink like the next person.  We then chatted about all the inside info I had about shopping on the island and I actually became the shopping hero to the publicist as she took Jen to the shops the Times would write about.

Finally Jen saunters past me and gives me a nice Hollywood smile so I gave her my Clark Gable grin and she left.  I must say, she is a very beautiful woman in person, more so that TV.    From top to bottom, she’s a good looking broad…as some might say…well the Situation might say, not I…well…she did have nice legs.

A man, his dolls, and a straw on Waikiki Beach

Last week as I walked the beach in Waikiki I encountered a strange yet compelling subject(s)…  I went for a stroll down Waikiki Beach, camera in hand, and I came across a small floatie anchored in a tide pool roughly in front of the Hyatt.

The raft, which I thought belonged to a child, held several dolls and small toys.  I thought “how cute..a young girl brought her toys out to the beach.” But strangely enough, I see a older Asian male walking towards the raft. He wore a life preserver, a red swim cap with the chin strap pulled tightly under his pudgy neck, a rash guard, and tight swim trunks.

He was sitting with a normal looking older Asian lady wearing a bathing suit and had a cheap green inflatable inner tube around her waist. I overheard her referring to him as Otosan, or father in Japanese.  They sat on towels, had an ice box, and were enjoying the sunny day.  I kept looking for the kids who’s raft I found but I saw no one around.

But a few minutes later, Otosan waded into the water, went for a brief swim then walked over to the raft.  He delicately took each doll out, cupped water into his hands and gently washed the dolls off speaking to each one as he did.  He took great care placing each doll back back and arranged them in a particular seating order.  He then waded back towards the beach speaking to other beach goers as he went.

He sat back in the sand next to the woman, took several large gulps from a large Arizona tea can and then poured tea into a mug with a straw.  I quickly waded back into the water as I what was coming.  He then waded back into the water and made himself towards the raft.

He took each individual doll and gave them all a sip from his straw. He lovingly took each figurine and gave them each a moment to drink from his mug so they might also enjoy themselves on the beach. Otosan was treating each figure as if they were real. I wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing as I took picture after picture but I couldn’t turn away.

So after rattling off a few frame, Otosan, who never noticed me, wandered back to his spot, grabbed a tackle box and rod and went fishing off the rocks.  I wasn’t sure what to think of what I shot as it was one of the more weird things I’ve ever encountered.  I guess you could assume anything but this was just a bizarre moment caught on film.

Oddly enough, my wife pointed out the pregnant bather wandering in the background.  I was a bit upset with her in the frame as she threw off my composure but the psychology of her in the back made the image more powerful.

I got bored waiting for him to return from his fishing spot so I wandered  but eventually returned to Otosan’s spot I saw him wading back from the rocks and over to the lady he was with and it appeared she told him to change out of his beach clothes and sent him to the bathroom. Sadly my parking meter was almost up and it was taking him forever to return so I had to leave the site leaving the mystery of the dolls to the wind.

I really have nothing more to say about Otosan and this image. I might re-write some of this at some point but I’ll leave it at that.

A note about the film…Kodak’s Ektar 100 held up nicely though I wasn’t very happy how the reds were over saturated in the scan from my Nikon 8000 but I couldn’t seem to control that either in the scanning software or Photoshop. I tried to pull down the saturation in both but all it would do would muddy up the color. I might get a drum scan of this image at some point.  I was shooting with a Leica M6 and a 50mm Leitz F1.4 lens.  The lens coating probably accounted for the over saturation.