3)Collector’s notes

[It is true that Kanoe Miller, depicted above in Hawaii’s own Chinatown, is famous for graceful hula, and that Nakeu Awai is famous for garments that  travel in comfort and style. The not so obvious relevance of the above photo to this writer is that Chinatown has a lot of nice bittermelon right now, today is 8/20/14.]



[A Bottega wallet of woven green leather to house a reasonable amount of money. It is true that a perfect wallet like this one above is better if kept in ones pocket, not a matching bag. This writer has no style when it comes to those kinds of matching things.]



[To this writer, the design of  this outdoor space by Barbara Hill is spectacular. This hearth and its twin tables are directly across the street from the courthouse in Marfa, Texas. What a great space for a Marfa attorney to start and end a day.]



[Perhaps you are aware, dear reader, that hoarding is bad, and understand the collectibility of vessels to conceal china within.]


[Joseph Nawahi. Practicing Attorney at Law in all tribunals. Able to work on any kind of document, with a very pleasant disposition. :)]


[Beautiful keys of hala. Hurry up and fill up your pockets and then the front of your shirt like a net.]


[About a year ago this writer thought he met the man depicted in the image above. The writer asked, “Are you the guy in a picture with a big samoan crab?” The man denied it but probably would have admitted had the question been worded with greater precision.]


[More triangles, reader.]


[Years ago this writer visited Kalalau, swam in the stream, and saw many native goby fishes in the stream. The above image of Kalalau, Kauai, was scanned from the November 1977 issue of National Geographic and posted at http://nationalgeographicscans.tumblr.com/archive.]


[Naue, Kauai, is an area known to have great hala. Perhaps this photo depicts the famous hala plants of Naue, this writer is not sure. It is for sure however, that hala is the favorite plant of this writer.]


[The problem with bodysurfing Sherwoods (Waimanalo, Koolaupoko, Oahu), is not just its portuguese-man-of-war but its sand that does bind to corduroy. It is only in the imagination of this writer that JFK Jr. hunted pig.]


[As if listening to Last Dance and goggling at triangular pyramids was a thing.]


[As for the topics of geomorphology and hydrology, these subjects did engage this writer on nights when gallivanting was the more reasonable of options. For those who can relate, the above image is something to enjoy, not just for the processes seen, but for the processes occurring beneath. This image comes from the November, 1977 issue of National Geographic, and can be found at http://nationalgeographicscans.tumblr.com/archive.%5D


[Swordtails are important to this writer, and in the 1980s catching them was one of his obsessions. It is fitting that many of this writer’s dreams are still set under freshwater and that a reoccurring motif is a swordtail on the move.]


[Printed shorts are another thing to collect and hoard. Oftentimes reckless behaviors flow from perfectly natural desires. The above image reflects the natural desire to dress the army in shorts. A related image is one of a wooded upland waterbody. This image came from the Spring ’12 collection of Dolce&Gabbana at Milan’s Fashion Week.]


[Relevant to the above image is a second image, one where the boy is pushing grandmother up a large and steep hill. Her name was Velma and here he adores her forever.]


[Garlands and microphones are natural objects of desire. Perhaps even more relevant to the core of this writer however is the natural tendency to multitask through bouts of mania. As for Anné Au, she does exhibit many godlike traits.]


[The above is evidence of another good time that occurred at the foot of Maelieli, Koolaupoko, Oahu. Depicted is the kind of joy that makes a person throw shakas to the cousins. In this case the feeling did arise after a freshwater shower.]


[A handsome fire pit indeed. The image above is of this writer’s family fire pit at the foot of Maelieli (Koolaupoko, Oahu). Everything in the foreground up to the corrugated iron shed smells like food, including the dirt, the rocks, and the iron itself. A handsome earth oven to roast handsome pigs.]


[It is difficult for this writer to write something about Julio Iglesias. There is so much that is good.]


[With regard to the above photo of Johanna Burke in Brooklyn, most significant to this writer, more than the beautiful light shining, is the unnatural desire (felt by this writer too) to wear slippers/shoes indoors. For this writer, it is because of the dust and pebbles and the coolness of the floor. To feel these very specific things touching the feet is quite possibly too personal and one may very likely never leave this kind of home. This image is from the collection of freundevonfreunden.]


[The song “cafe au lait” by Tahitian singer Charles Mauu is a song to get coffee to. Cafe Du Monde, depicted in the above photo, reminds this writer of a cluttered home in Kailua, Koolaupoko, Oahu, where coffee brews and magic happens.]


[This writer once cared for a tree with white bark fungus similar to the tree in the photo above. It has become clear to this writer, at this moment, that trees do become accustomed to the touch and presence of people/a person, and that my little tree really did need people to come and smile under its branches.]


[There are stories that come from this writer’s father about holes in the ocean floor that were the homes for big mantis shrimp (Kaalaea, Oahu). Those mantis shrimp were allegedly the size of a man’s forearm. This image, from the census of marine life, is of a very young mantis shrimp, and it is only in the imagination of this writer that this clear shrimp is actually very huge and on the moon.]


[As for the memory associated with the above photo, it is of a moment spent under a large hapuu, at the volcano, in the rain. It is in fact a recent memory.]


[Nets and traps to catch fish are not just practical objects but art to be collected and displayed on the structural beams of our homes.]


[As for noise, it is something that this writer loves and collects. The above piece is especially cherished.]


[This boar is wonderful at Hennessy Chateau Bagnolet, Cognac, France. Perhaps, this boar would rather be upsetting the root structures of Kaliuwaa, Koolauloa, Oahu. Perhaps not.]


[A puhi, like the one portrayed above, once bit off the forearm muscle of this writer’s maternal uncle. That experience, along with the subsequent retellings of that experience, caused this writer to fear puhi for about three to four years. The writer is still kind of scared.]


[This writer has a natural affection for people who live closely with their coolers. And when the ice in ones cooler tastes of seawater and/or fresh fish and/or green-onion, it is a true indication of the owner’s good character.]


[Taika Waititi looks amazing in the above photo.]


[Ohland looks pretty good in the above photo.]


[This writer’s obsession with chalcedony, and the idea that gems are found in what appear to be just rocks, stems from his having to crack open macadamia nuts with a hammer as a youngster.]


[Depicted above is Henry Kailimai and his band, the Royal Hawaiians, squeezing on a stage in San Francisco (1915). This writer is made happy just by knowing that someone in the history of human innovation imagined and engineered an indoor canopy of hapuu.]


[More remarkable ahi. For this writer it is impossible to tell whether these ahi are advancing or retreating. In either case, the strength depicted in the upper right corner of the above image is indeed motivating the writer.]


[When visiting coastal regions of reasonable climate it is important to consider how quickly clothes can be removed. The above image from the collection of The Satorialist was chosen by this writer for the featured tank top. Not only is this tank top desired for its loose fit, but its color is reminiscent of the kind of sweet and delicious poi that comes straight from the pounding board.]


[Having been a youth with a scoop-net in the streams/mud-flats of Kahaluu, Oahu, this writer fully appreciates the natural desire to catch an entire school of fish with just one scoop. This image of a whale shark in an empty ocean is appreciated both for its fine composition and relevance to the values of conservation and sustainability.]


[To this writer, hairstylist Katsuya Kamo’s bathroom (Japan) is very awesome. Perhaps his favorite quality is the gradation of light transmitted through the glass louvers. Also the way that practical objects are displayed and not concealed. This photo comes from the collection of the artist Todd Selby.]


[Kualoa, Koolaupoko, Oahu.]


[Above are true examples of both casual palaka (upper) and dressed-up palaka (lower). You can see the simple navy palaka of Francis S. Morgan standing out against the natural cliffs of Kualoa. Conversely, James M. Duvauchelle’s crisp crimson palaka with solid crimson yoke is a subtle backdrop for naturally beautiful kukunaokala (mangrove blossom). Both men were inducted into the Paniolo Hall of Fame in the year 2000. Yeehaw.]


[It is funny how this sequence does cause anxiety in this writer, as if he himself were the one preparing to host a dinner party. Yet, the above memories are not even his own, but those of artist Todd Selby of http://www.theselby.com. The occasion was a celebration of slow food and the 40 years of the restaurant Chez Panisse. How wonderful.]


[The photograph above is evidence of a time spent with paniolo at Keanakolu on the slopes of Maunakea (1885). In this writer’s experience card playing and music do hasten the passing of evening hours in a log cabin.]


[Above is an etched glass of the perfect size. In this writer’s experience, conversation is enhanced by resting this kind of glass in the listener’s palm.]


[With regard to the above open-closet, this writer wants one very similar if not exactly the same. If he were visiting this amazing person’s home, this writer would take the purple thing to wear, both for its looks and also because this writer doesn’t like to be cold.]


[Kaneohe Bay, National Geograhpic October 1959 issue. Chosen for the mountain, the mangrove, and the fishing implements.]


[Where does your river flow? This writer has his own memory of a Tahitian stream that was home to large eels and other large fish that swam upstream. The above image is a memory of the blogger Imachicnation, of her home in an awesome part of Tahiti.]


[To end any potential confusion, the fish is this writer’s favorite animal; and to be likened to a young ahi (yellowfin) is to receive the highest of compliments.]

[Artist Julian Schnabel’s sleigh bed (above) is greatly appreciated by this writer for its sleek and sturdy design. Also relevant to the above image is this writer’s deep-seated passion for interiors that look like exterior spaces, and also open-air garages that function as gathering spaces/sleeping areas. If this writer had a love for dogs he would leash one up to the foot of this sleigh bed. Alternately, this writer would like a large ceramic pot of freshwater with guppies positioned next to the bed.]


[The above photo of a kid waiting for his turn does remind this writer of 8th grade science class at Kamehameha Schools, when this writer had a short attention span that actually was caused by a need for prescription eyeglasses. As an aside, this writer knows Kamani Kualaau, the boy on the left.]


[Relevant to his love for geodes, and also a love shared by friends for the place called Ulupo (Kailua, Koolaupoko, Oahu), this writer recalls the wonderment of finding unexpected beauty in what appear to be just rocks.]


[With all the true stories about rocks not wanting to be moved, it is perhaps also true that other rocks do want to travel through space, and do want to be carried. This writer admires the rocks in German Artist Raul Walch’s apartment. You can see, dear reader, more of this apartment and other inspiring German interiors at http://freundevonfreunden.com.%5D


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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   [Above is a black coral habitat for gold swordtails. This writer does understand that the organic composition of the black coral makes the above an unlikely habitat as the various compounds in the coral would naturally weakened and decompose in freshwater. Still, with unnatural science, there may be a way.]


[Depicted in the photo above are two guys washing a really beautiful rug with a really clean ocean. Relevant to the topics of saltwater and textiles; this writer is reminded of the sensational texture of a beach-towel dried stiff in the sun. The smell is the smell of salt trails on warm skin.]


[This writer is attracted to the windows of Princess Ruth Keelikolani’s hale pili home on the grounds of Hulihee Palace (Kona, Hawaii) and likens these windows to the those of German art collector and gallery owner Thomas Andrae’s home (Grunewald, Germany) built by German Architect Hermann Muthesius. This writer imagines the interiors of both dwellings to be similar if not the same.]



[As for Samoan Crabs, to catch one is a thrill and also something for that person to brag about.]


[Houses with water underneath cause this heart to swell. The pond above is called Kalauhaihai. The place is Niu, Kona, Oahu. The home’s glass-floor allowed its keeper to spy on fish for 23 years until the magic stopped in the early 1990s. Highway construction shallowed the pond and condemned the land, and the heartbroken keeper moved into the uplands. There are still people, including this writer, who would like to bring back the life.]


[Upon arriving at places of magic (shown above) it is important to remove ones shirt at a minimum. Waiahole, Koolaupoko, is a section of land where water loves to flow. This writer finds maximum societal benefit in allowing such water to flow, fall, and fly onto the glistening bodies of its people. Dear reader, do you not agree?]


[Whether his love for firecrackers comes from his love for the smell of gunpowder, or whether the reverse is true, this writer is unsure. In either case there is something magical about chinese firecrackers, not just the smell of it, but the act of communal ignition and the communal fear of getting burned by fire.]


[Feasts held on floors have a natural appeal – (legs so close to food). This writer acknowledges the nostalgic quality and romance of dining on a floor, but must admit to having the majority of his meals these days on benches/booths. Still, this writer’s mother tells stories of her childhood, where she and the other children in her family would serve food to family guests numbering over 1000, all seated on mats made of hala fronds. How spectacular.]


[The great thing about a minimalist space is the abundance of exposed floor. This writer loves to sit/lay on the floor, and recalls a time in the “precarious palace” (not depicted in the above but similar) when this writer slept with just a thin blanket of cardboard between himself and the cold rigid concrete. At that time this writer was convinced that such practice was good for physical and mental well-being, and has since gotten a bed and is very happy.]


[“He mea hanohano ka Lio.” Ua pai ia keia mea aela e ka nupepa Ka Lama Hawaii i ka makahiki 1834 i mea e hoolaha ike i na haumana o ke kula nui o Lahainaluna a me na mea heluhelu e ae. Hooheno keia mea kakau i ka nupepa o ke au i hala. Ku no i ka hoi.]


[There is something to say about cinder cones and the Hawaiian landscape featured in the above image taken on the big island. It is unknown to the writer at this time, but there is definitely something moving in this image.]


[Depicted above are some Hawaiian designs that inspire this writer. Immediately above are hooks invented to catch specific types of fish. The bottom left hook was indeed designed to catch octopus. Above the hooks are two sketches by King Kalakaua that this writer loves. The first is a design for an awesome torpedo-proof ship, and the second is a “ram” inspired by fish. This writer, at this time, does not understand what a fish-ram is. It is nonetheless very awesome.]


[This photo reminds this writer of a day spent in the ocean in Kahaluu, Koolaupoko, when this writer’s cousin caught a 10 pound octopus and this writer did not catch any octopus.]



[Regarding juice jugs: The above are genuine juice jugs per this writer’s expertise. If this writer was to curate an exhibition of culturally iconic objects, these juice jugs would be practical installations, full of mango-orange with fresh lilikoi.]


[This writer finds great interest in the above photo depicting Duke Kahanamoku playing a guitar. If true that the above guitar was tuned to “regular,” then young Duke did play the chord “D7” (soft and desirable to to the Hawaiian ear). To this writer’s imagination, Duke Kahanamoku was precisely the kind of charismatic character typified in the song penned by Johnny Kameaaloha Aldeida – “A Oia” – a favorite song that is often arranged to include the D7. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBJpasxW1tg]


[A sweet memory of Charles Kaupu in the early evening. The two beauties directly above are Aunty Harmony and Kauahi. It warms the heart of this writer to know that such magical things can occur in the short moments before a sun sets.]



[When it comes to feelings of love, flow is heavy at night. The song above is a favorite of this writer, if not his number one favorite. The appropriate fantasy is one where the air is crispy and brisk and thick with the smell of wet earth/moss. Amongst the handfull of things that remain up in those shining-black hours are the multi-colored birds that like to sing in harmonies. Additionally, at some point in the fantasy a denim jacket is either worn or removed.]




[In 1960 the above images of papaya and lava were captured at Kapoho, Puna, Hawaii, the ancient home of water and light.]



[Regarding the image above, it’s from the collection of Italian photo journalist Theo Volpatti. It came from the artist’s website http://www.theovolpatti.com. Although the fun depicted above took place in Brazil, the scene reminds this writer of his own childhood in Koolaupoko, Oahu, Hawaii. Evidenced is the kind of excitement that does occur in a growth of mangrove.]



[With regard to mauka/makai, and somewhere along the cord of knowledge that all things on land have a counterpart (with similar properties) in the sea, this writer found it amusing that the ocean specimen smiles for cameras.]



[As for textiles of palaka, they remind this writer of athletics. More specifically the feel and weight of a metal bat, and the smell of an un-oiled leather mitt. If this writer had more space under roof he would collect those baseball implements in addition to palaka.]


[This writer does not come from a genealogy of people who love to paddle canoe, but rather from a people who love to use paddles to stir food. Above is a picture of this writer’s ohana using paddles to mix kalua pig. More specifically, these family-members are using the paddles to find unwanted bones. These very paddles are also used during big parties to mix large pots of juice for guests to enjoy.]


[Waiahole School 6th Graders some time around ’54, before the world knew Elvis. The school teacher was a young woman from Belgium and a student named Joe Awa used to bring her fresh cow milk from his cow at home. The class went on a field trip to the Honolulu Advertiser, and on that day Jimmy Bassett (6th grade) combed his hair and dressed up in a plaid shirt.]



Gary Aiko


[Found in this photo is a potential statement of identity for this writer. In his Hawaiian childhood this writer would observe the person above (him/it) ride horseback down the road. This writer had a special love of horses. But this thing would ride either with a club in hand or a rainbow shave ice. It was the combination of horse and shave ice that had caught the attention of the writer in his youth.]


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