Issue 16: Homecoming
Published October 2013
This issue celebrates anyone who has ever left Hawai‘i, repatriating and welcoming them home within the pages of this magazine.
This issue celebrates anyone who has ever left Hawai‘i, repatriating and welcoming them home within the pages of this magazine. If you’ve ever spent an extended amount of time away from Hawai‘i, you’ll understand the burden of the many who have left, who long to return home—to the stillness of our islands, the beauty of our people, the comforts of our food—but who remain abroad for the sake of opportunity, economical, professional, or otherwise.
Jay Kinimaka Muse, a Kamehameha graduate who has lived in New York for more than eighteen years, commented on a recent visit to Honolulu: “I felt like a foreigner in Hawai‘i. Although I knew I belonged and I’m from there, I was hurt at the disconnect I had with the island.” In his trip back home, however, the bakery owner was “awakened by the aloha spirit” more than he had ever been before, prompting thoughts of a return, someday, back to the islands.
From those who live elsewhere to those who have traveled around the world—whether for a two-month culinary competition in the national spotlight or a fourteen-month sojourn of self-discovery—Hawai‘i inspires everything they do, the spirit of aloha emanating whether they are conscious of it or not. No matter where one goes in the world, people everywhere are fascinated with Hawai‘i. From Minnesota to Myanmar, faces alight in smiles after hearing one is from Hawai‘i; complete strangers gush about how much they love the place we are so lucky to call home despite their never having been there (maybe they saw a postcard depicting Waikīkī Beach or remember a scene from Blue Hawaii).
It’s undeniable: Hawai‘i is a special place. We will continue to advocate for preserving the Hawai‘i the world knows and loves while seeking to create an innovative Hawai‘i for the future, a Hawai‘i to come home to.
If there existed such a thing as a Nation of Hawai‘i, the Kū ki‘i (statues) that reside abroad would be amongst its national treasures. Their return may be inevitable.
Sometimes, when I think back on the last year and a half of my life, it feels like the trade winds lifted all my thoughts straight into the air and blew them out over the Pacific, particles of memories from around the world, floating farther and farther away as I settle back into the island, drenched in sun and surrounded by sea.
Nigerian novelist Chimama[...]
Images by John Hook
The definition of essential is "basic or indispensable, vitally important; absolute necessity." If there is one object of clothing that is essential to a man's wardrobe, it is the oxford-cloth button-down, or OCBD as it's known to enthusiasts.
When Brooks Brothers introduced the OCBD back around 1900, the shirt instantaneously beca[...]
Images by Geoff Mau
Walking into Incase HQ in downtown San Francisco is like walking into an iPhone—it’s all clean lines and curved edges, with windows overlooking the hustle and bustle on Mission Street from a third-story view. The scene below is chaotic on this particular Tuesday afternoon, but inside the office, it’s organized and surprisingly low-key,[...]
Images by Bailey Roberts
For someone who has lived in New York City for over eighteen years, Jay Kinimaka Muse, the owner of Lulu Cake Boutique, is incredibly modest. Though he’d never use that word. “Isn’t that the least modest thing you could say?” he says, sitting in Lulu Cake’s small storefront in Scarsdale, New York, about a twenty-minute train ride [...]
Lanai and Grant Tabura shown at Manele Bay on the island of Lāna‘i, where Adam saved the life of a man who would make a culinary journey around the nation possible.
There’s this movie that you may have seen called Slumdog Millionaire. The protagonist, Jamal Malik, finds himself in the hot seat, just one question away from winning twenty millio[...]
Images by John Hook
Waiting in a whiskey bar in North Park, San Diego, a mustached bartender in a bow tie and suspenders slides over my drink. On the walls glow bottles of aged bourbons and expensive scotch and the stereo blares a not-so-popular-but-totally-awesome Beatles song. I’m on-ly slee-eeeping… It’s the kind of bar where you know the whiskey sour [...]