As I look back on what I’ve worn, and having spent most of my life in Honolulu, many of my most cherished memories have one sartorial thread in common: a mu‘umu‘u.
Throughout the latter half of the 20th century, Save Our Surf and its primary organizer, John M. Kelly Jr., organized against the overdevelopment of Hawaii's shorelines. Photographer Ed Greevy talks about the movement with FLUX.
In the charming studio of a Kailua luthier, vintage instruments awaiting restoration hold charming songs and hidden stories.
He mea pohihihi paha ka hoʻomaopopo ʻana i ka ʻōlelo he “Hawaiian sense of place”, he hopunaʻōlelo e lohe hele ʻia ana mai ka ʻoihana hoʻokipa malihini a ka ʻoihana hakulau. I ka hapa nui naʻe o ka manawa, he hoʻohāmau ʻia ke ō ʻana mai o nā inoa ʻāina kuʻuna. Ua hiki anei ke hoʻohanohano maoli i ka ʻāina me ka ʻike ʻole ʻana i nā inoa ʻāina?
Ambivalently understood, the phrase “Hawaiian sense of place” is heard everywhere from the tourism industry to design sector. The islands’ traditional place names, however, often remain silenced. Can one truly honor places without acknowledging the importance of inoa ‘āina?