I’ve been home three times this year, which is more than in the last three years combined. I’m always obsessed with the architecture in Honolulu—the way it seems trapped in time, somewhere circa 1973, all geometric lines and various gradients of “outside.” The architecture of stagnation.
it's aloha friday; no work 'til monday
honolulu, hawaii. spring 2017.
i was tryna find chinatown
honolulu, hawaii. winter 2016.
bonus content: