Monthly Archives: November 2008

so this guy

so this guy

was randomly playing drums on kuhio ave. one saturday night. he asked me to take a picture of him.  then he asked to see it. all he …

 

what does…

what does…

a liter bottle urinal, internet gambling, a crack pipe, haute couture, a blue room, and photography have in common? more than you might think.

 

the last thing i saw

the last thing i saw

was an old plastic airport seat.  it was comfortable.

 

in retrospect

in retrospect

i never should have said that. you shouldn’t have done that. and i should have been watching where i was walking.

 

there’s a parallel universe

there’s a parallel universe

behind the grimy storefronts along south king st. its like a secret second alleyway.  it’s almost magical, but not in that harry potter diagon alley kind …

 

i think photographers are like monkeys

i think photographers are like monkeys

or toddlers.  or parrots. we’re always drawn to shiny reflective-y objects.

 

dude i’ll give you $5 if you

dude i’ll give you $5 if you

walk up to that girl over there at the bar and tell her to flick your bic around for a minute. you can totally blame it …