Tsunami Fundraiser

Tsunami Fundraiser

Japan is in bad shape.  Tens of thousands are homeless while more than 20,000 are now presumed dead or missing.  The Japanese economy is struggling.  Entire villages are gone.  Its a tragedy beyond what words can describe.  The effects will surely surely filter down to the West.

Hawaii, with its large Japanese and Japanese American population, is strongly sympathetic with the tsunami and nuclear tragedy and has done much to raise funds for those in need.  Masaharu Morimoto of Iron Chef fame held a fundraiser last night at his restaurant, Morimoto Waikiki.  A sellout crowd of 350 people attended and the event raised more than $100,000.  Sushi, sake, and songs.  A great event all around.

I participated in the live auction by donating two images from my 2010 geisha series.  While working in Japan, I was granted rare permission to go “behind the scenes” with an apprentice geisha, or maiko, to document her transformation from normal Japanese teenage into a traditional Japanese entertainer.  Access to geishas and maikos is very restricted to Japanese and foreigners find it even harder to meet or even see a true geisha/maiko in Japan.  The access allowed me to photograph her applying her makeup, fixing her elaborate hairstyle, and donning a traditional kimono.

Little did I know that this access would help me raise more than $2000 at the auction for the two images auctioned off.

Kristin Jackson, of Jackson Ink, the PR firm which works with Morimotos, holds the the framed image which raised big money last night.

All the proceeds from the event were given to the American Red Cross Japan earthquake and Pacific tsunami relief fund.  I feel very proud to have given so little yet made a difference last night.  Many of us just sit around and facebook or twitter about how sad they feel but few do anything.  We did something.  We helped.

We made a difference.

 

 

 

A red umbrella

A red umbrella

Just a quick post on a quick little action shot I found today while doing a bit of a scout on the Windward side.

We went to the Valley of the Temples to check out the location.  The Temple, a replica Japanese style Buddhist temple, is part of this grand, beautifully sculpted graveyard.  It sits in the back of this gorgeous valley, mountains jutting up around it, mist and clouds all around.  Every time I go there I think it would be pretty grand to take that super long nap in such a valley of splendor.

Anyway, this blurb isn’t about some beautiful eternal home but of some small girl with an umbrella.  As we left the (mosquito infested) Temple, there was this long staircase and this girl dressed in some type of Asian-style outfit jumping up and down the stairs as her family stayed above.  I assume it was some type of memorial (we are in a graveyard) and the little girl just decided to fool around while the adults stayed above.

 

The little girl didn’t seem to really notice anyone but herself and the umbrella. It wasn’t really raining but she seemed to use that red umbrella as a parachute.  She was having loads of fun.

Funny thing about the really quick snap of the photos was I didn’t feel I was in the US.  I mean Hawaii is only America on paper…

37,000 plus…and a shaka!

37,000 plus...and a shaka!

37,000 plus images

482.38 gigs to be precise.  I’ve been re editing all the work from Japan.  I’m worn.  I can’t believe I took that many pictures.

So as I edited through some of the outtakes and non assignment locations, I found a few little gems here and there.  I’ll be posting individual images in the next few posts.

After being in Japan for sometime, I got tired of eating Japanese food.  Yeah sure, I eat that all that Japanese food back in Honolulu but I can easily go to get a cheeseburger (not like a Texas burger mind you) and fries anytime I want.  I do have to declare Tanaka Saimin makes a mean cheeseburger with fries.

With that in mind, a month is a long time not to eat, well, as they say, comfort food.  I don’t need that much comfort in food as I am very quick to adapt to the local food wherever I travel to (I mean what is American food?  burgers, pizza, and chicken wings?) so I never have too much of a breakdown.  And besides, Japanese food, including the stuff they make from other countries (Japanese croissants are amazing!!!!!)  is mostly near perfect.  Yes, there are loads of interpretations (pizza with natto?!?!?!)  but we are in a global market so nothing is never or not available.  (yes…double negs)

But its still hard to be in Japan and not have a good grasp of Japanese.  Most menus in Japan are mostly written in….anyone? anyone?  Bueller?  Bueller? …. in Japanese.  If I was by myself, I was resigned to pointing at pictures on the menu to order or sadly dragging a willing waiter/waitress outside to the front of the restaurant where I could point at the little plastic food models.  Ah, my big mouth taking a back seat to my index finger… (T_T)  it is a bit intimidating for me to be on my own and try to get into the swing of functioning in Japanese.  Loads of misunderstood nods, hai’s and wakaranai‘s!  I let on I don’t really understand too much but I’ve gotten better.  Japanese is just a tough thing to learn.

So when I had the quick chance to pop into a McDonalds in Osaka for a quick bite, I knew I’d get something pretty good (if you consider McDonalds good) and the menu would be in Engrish. The meal might come with a side nori (seeweed) but it’d be a good ol’ processed quality controlled food.  Yet, as I read over the menu ( as children and old ladies stare at me from all angles)  I couldn’t help but to stick to the Japanese style food and go for this one item on the meal called the Shaka Shaka Chicken.

Hmmm…What might this be?  Chicken with pineapple?  Chicken wrrapped in spam?  Nothing of the sort.  It was a fried chicken patty served in a little paper bag in which you’d sprinkle a package of this peppery salt into the bag and then then…shaka shaka! (see instructions on bag)  HO…brudda that was way cool and really GOOD. Crispy, spicy, and so American in that unique Japanese way.

I guessed the reference to the shaka was McDonald’s clever way of saying shake shake.  They couldn’t (I assume) state shakey shakey because  Shakey’s Pizza is still alive and well in Tokyo (hmmm….) and using that term would warrant a nice little law suit.  Hence, Micky D’s borrowed the lovable, yet misunderstood,  shaka from the Aloha State’s aloha spirit.

Now if we could only get McDonalds US to adapt something as tasty and cool.

How about a badonkadonk burger?

(that killed me…)

A sort of wedding…

A sort of wedding...

I’ve done a handful of wedding in my career.  Mainly friends, actually almost all friends.  One or two were actually paid gigs by clients but its never been part of my business plan.  I don’t really care to do wedding but I’m finding I’m pretty darn good at capturing moments.
The New York Times hired me to shoot their Vows sections…which is actually their society wedding page…and shot a couple from the East Coast on Kauai on Secret Beach.  Its online here.

The Times editor emailed me today and stated “…LOTS of compliments for the photos.”  I guess I did the right thing.

The above photo is of tonight’s spectacular voggy sunset.  Everyone was out at Magic Island and I watched a Japanese wedding photographer (package deals where a wedding company books the entire lot into a set where they get dress, hair/makeup/church, flowers, and photographer for said amount) snapping photos of a Japanese couple’s dream wedding.  They seemed young and pretty happy to have such a great sunset although I am not sure if they realized what they were doing as the photographer had them posing in all sorts of cheesy wedding poses.  Flashing shakas, putting their hands together to form a heart…very cookie cutter images.  Blah…just not my thing.  Either way, the couple will go home with a nice photo book of memories that will get dusty over time.

A famous camera

A famous camera

I sadly have decided to part with my work horse Canon 1D Mark II as technology has moved quickly and need the larger, faster, and overall better Mark IV model.  I placed the add on craigslist the other night and yet to have anyone with any real interest make an offer. I did get the ridiculously fictitious email from some kid in a third world internet cafe asking me if I’d sell my item (they got no clue what I’m selling) to them at a higher price and if I would ship it to their cousin who is attending Oxford.  Uh huh…ok.

Funny enough, I spied myself on TV the other night during a news spot on a Japanese real estate developer here in Honolulu filmed about three years ago in Kahala.  I was taking pictures with that trusty camera I’m hoping to sell.

The photos were shot for the Associated Press and they went around the nation.  The New York Times ran the story on their metro section.  That was a big story because this rich Japanese guy was going to let several homeless people of Hawaiian decent live in his multimillion dollar mansions in one of the riches parts of Honolulu.  Needless to say he wasn’t too popular with the neighbors.

You can see the story here from the Times.

A bit of reminiscing about days past and time with that camera.  It got me through a big portion of my growing career.  How that camera got me through tough times and the easy days indeed. The camera has taken pictures of just about anything you can imagine. It has photographed Tiger Woods, Dwane “Dog” the Bounty Hunter, Felicity Huffman, actors on Lost, University of Hawaii football, Kobe Bryant and Michelle Wie. Its shot food, beaches, and girls. Its done everything.

One of the more pungent moments was the depression of Banda Aceh.

The shot above is of a group of Rescue workers organized in Mexico called TOPOS.  I met and followed the group around Banda Aceh as they pulled bodies from the remains of that destroyed city.  It poured like only a tropical city can at that decisive moment when they carried a body out of a decimated building.  The camera rattled away.  What a moment.  What a time.  It was really my loss of innocence at that point.  More on the tsunami in the future.

As I researched through my photos for this blog I came across this photo of myself from 2005 while I stood in the mess of Banda Aceh’s destruction…my trusty camera at my side.

Why part with it?  Well…its just a tool. Its really how you use it.  Cliche, yes but absolutely true.  I’ve gone through so many cameras in my relatively short professional career.  Yet to depart with this one is like parting with the memories of said picture of me.
Eh…its just a camera.

You wanna buy it?  Its a bit famous.

Here is the ad on craigslist.org