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Titles to Watch For From the 44th Hawai'i International Film Festival
A content, unmotivated 29-year-old ignites a toxic relationship. The origin story of shaka. A glimpse at the life of the Ambassador of Aloha. A look at Israeli occupation in the West Bank of Palestine before October 7, 2023. Delinquent girls plot their escape from an abusive reform school. Three kids band together to climb up a mountain. Continue reading Titles to Watch For From the 44th Hawai’i…
#Alexander Bocchieri#Basel Adra#Chaperone#Documentaries#film festival#Hamdan Ballel#Hawaii#Hawaii International Film Festival#Joesphine Stewart-Te Whiu#Kaniela:The Danny Kaleikini Story#Michael Lum#Māori#New Zealand#No Other Land#Palestine#Pawel Nuckowski#Rachel House#Rachel Szor#Shaka A Story of Aloha#The Mountain#We Were Dangerous#Yuval Abraham#Zoë Eisenberg
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Shaka: A Story of Aloha and Why The Spirit of Hawaii is Everywhere!
Everything you want to know about Shaka and why the Hawaiian Spirit preserveres is well explored in this #documentary. Hopefully after @VCFilmFestival there'll be more screenings! Our #moviereview is at:
Just how a simple gesture came to represent the beating heart of Hawaii in Shaka: A Story of Aloha is not only fascinating but also a look back at history. There are multiple meanings (with hang loose being the most popular during the 70s) and six origin stories. And instead of giving credit to one, what I loved is in how this feature simply said, let’s give credit to everyone rather than just…
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Adorable designs and fabrics for the cutest
Welcoming a little one into the world is a joyous occasion, and what better way to celebrate than by dressing them in adorable Hawaiian baby outfits and toddler clothing? Let’s explore the vibrant world of tiny aloha fashion, where comfort meets style in every tiny stitch. Coral Hawaiian Shirt
The Aloha Introduction: Newborn Essentials
Choosing the Softest Fabrics
When it comes to Hawaiian baby outfits, comfort is key. Soft, breathable fabrics ensure your little one stays happy and content. I vividly remember the joy of dressing my newborn in a onesie made from the gentlest cotton, the touch of the fabric as comforting as a gentle island breeze.
Adorable Onesies with Tropical Twists
Aloha-themed onesies adorned with tiny pineapples, hibiscus flowers, and surfing sea turtles are a must for any Hawaiian baby wardrobe. The first time I dressed my little one in a pineapple-print onesie, the camera couldn’t stop clicking, capturing the pure sweetness of tropical baby style.
Toddler Aloha Adventures: Growing with Style
Toddler-Friendly Aloha Shirts and Dresses
As your tiny explorer begins to take their first steps, toddler clothing adds a delightful flair to their adventures. Hawaiian toddler shirts with mini hula dancers or surfboards became a staple for my little one. And the toddler dresses featuring vibrant island prints? Pure toddler fashion magic!
Sun Protection in Style
Living in a tropical paradise means sun protection is a must, even for the tiniest members of the family. Toddler sun hats and rash guards with playful designs not only keep your little one safe from the sun’s rays but also add a touch of Hawaiian charm. I have fond memories of our beach outings with my toddler, both of us donning matching sun hats.
Personal Touch: DIY Hawaiian Baby Fashion
Customizing Onesies for Special Occasions
Injecting a bit of personal flair into your baby’s wardrobe can be a delightful experience. Decorating plain onesies with fabric paint to create custom Hawaiian designs became a fun family activity for us. These personalized onesies became cherished keepsakes of our island-inspired creativity.
Upcycling Adult Hawaiian Shirts into Toddler Fashion
As your little one outgrows their baby clothes, consider upcycling adult Hawaiian shirts into toddler outfits. I turned a beloved old Hawaiian shirt of mine into a mini button-down for my toddler, creating a unique and sentimental piece that told a story of family connection.
Shopping for Hawaiian Baby Clothing: Tips and Must-Haves
Comfortable Rompers for Playtime Bliss
When shopping for Hawaiian baby outfits, prioritize rompers for playtime comfort. The ease of movement and adorable tropical prints make them a go-to choice for both style and practicality. I fondly remember the joy on my baby’s face as she toddled around in a pineapple-print romper.
Mix and Match for Versatility
Opt for Hawaiian baby outfits that allow for easy mix-and-match. This not only expands your little one’s wardrobe options but also adds a touch of creativity to their daily ensembles. Coordinating tops and bottoms with different prints created endless outfit possibilities for my little fashionista.
Growing Up in Aloha Style: Beyond Babyhood
Transitioning to Kid’s Hawaiian Fashion
As your little one grows, their love for Hawaiian fashion can transition into kid-friendly styles. I marveled at the range of kid’s Hawaiian shirts and dresses available, allowing my child to continue embracing island vibes as they navigated the adventures of early childhood.
Cultural Celebrations with Traditional Prints
For special occasions, we embraced Hawaiian traditions by dressing our little one in outfits featuring traditional prints. Celebrating cultural events with clothing that reflects the rich heritage of the islands became a cherished family tradition. Shaka time hawaiian clothing
In Conclusion: A Tropical Wardrobe from Infancy to Childhood
Dressing your baby or toddler in Hawaiian outfits is not just about fashion; it’s a celebration of the joy and vibrancy of island life. From the softest onesies to playful toddler fashion and beyond, every piece tells a story. As my little one has grown, so has our appreciation for the tiny tropical wardrobe that has been a part of our family’s journey.
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Althea & I were walking out @tuesdaymorning & this beautiful woman says, “is that Althea?” She lives in Bend, Oregon (Tifney) ... She gave me a copy of her gorgeous children’s book, “Share The Shaka, A Story of Friendship” ... so cool. She is @bakerboy_of_bend 🤙🏻 #shaka #aloha — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/32HCEo9
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When one thinks about Hawaii, one thinks about obscene beauty, serene nature and of course their Aloha spirit best symbolized by the Shaka. Although that was certainly indicative of my experience, I wouldn’t be completely truthful if I said my trip didn’t occasionally deviate from that disposition.
It started off innocently enough, first landing at the airport, then picking up our rental car and subsequently driving through a thick rain forest to our Airbnb. After an hour or two in however, the (somewhat) expected happened. We were given written instructions on how to get to our lodgings as GPS was undeniably unreliable in the thick woodlands. So of course… we got lost— driving in the thick fog of night, with nothing but instructions one might give to a lost tourist on the street. But not to be afraid, after about 45 min or so of driving in circles in complete darkness, we found our way. No harm no foul—just some wasted gas and a prolonged journey.
Fast forward two nights. We were in the same Airbnb that had so eluded us earlier. We were in the kitchen doing god knows what and the next thing I know I see a blurringly fast black speck speed across the floor. Upon closer inspection I observed a large bug of some sort, with what seem to be wings, hovering around. Nightmarish. Of course my first instinct was to run, but a rationale mind prevailed and I grabbed the best weapon I had near me (which happened to be a box of pineapples) and promptly dropped it on top of the creature. The box subsequently stayed in that exact position in the kitchen until the morning of our departure when we had the courage to lift it and immediately run into the car. No harm no foul— just a moment or two of terrifying fear.
Fast forward another day or two, we were on a pristine beach in the eastern part of Maui. By that point in the trip, I was addicted to snapping videos with my new drone. So as anticipated, I pulled the thing out and let it fly. I started experimenting with various preset flight patterns and decided to give a new one a try—one that flies in a circle around its subject. So I hit the prerequisite buttons without really paying attention to my surroundings and next thing you know it lifts off quickly, started along its journey and then suddenly… boom—hits and snags itself in a tree. Stupid drone… Now this wasn’t just an ordinary tree, it was a soaring monstrosity of at least 30 feet in height. Can’t climb this one… So the following 30 minutes of my day was first spent throwing rocks to no avail. Then Plan B was to use multiple rocks, a long rope and some branch swaying to get it down. But… as luck would have it, as soon as I was ready to put this plan into action, the wind had simply knocked it down. No harm no foul, just some momentary panic.
Fast forward a day and we were in a strip mall having a meal at a local restaurant. After the meal we decided to hit up the juicery across the lot to get our fruit smoothie fix. As we were walking across the parking lot I felt an uneasiness sweep over me. Like I was missing something. So of course the first thing I do is check my pockets. Wallet.. check, phone.. check—then it hits me. Where are my car keys? A quick wave of panic immediately hits. I rummage through my pockets. Then ask my compatriots if they had them. Subsequently run to the car to see if I left it inside. Finally run into the restaurant to see if its there. Nope—no dice. The next 45 min was spent retracing our route, step by step to see where we may have dropped it— and still nowhere to be found. We were left to the point where we were independently walking around aimlessly in the parking lot staring at the floor, when I heard a scream— “found it”. By a miracle of god, my compatriot had somehow stumbled upon it on the floor. Again… no harm no foul just a few extra steps for the day.
Finally, as if the incidents above were not enough, there was one more. It was an accident, a boo boo and it occurred in our last day before leaving paradise. We were on a beach, relaxing and laying in the sand, where we see a bunch of kids body boarding and thought—wow that looks fun– lets give it a try. So of course we did. The first few runs went perfectly fine and I’d say fairly exhilarating. Though the last one… not so much. I was, as in my previous runs getting ready for a wave to hit with my body in seemingly perfect position. I instantly saw that this one was a tiny bit bigger than prior ones, but hey no biggie. I jump on the board and start paddling—and next thing I know; I was flipped over. Feet completely over my head and as the wave crashed, it pushed by head directly into the sandy beach at the bottom of the water. I heard a big thud from my head hitting the ground. But they were shallow waters—no big deal. So I get up and walk to my friend. He instantly stares at the top of my head and says “omg…omg…your head”. He then proceeds to grab his phone, snap a pic and show it to me. Sure enough, my forehead wasn’t looking too hot. It was missing a healthy patch of skin with a small stream of blood trickling down. Instead of a nice uniformed tanned forehead there was a perfectly shaped rectangular piece of it that was bright pink. And I thought— ah crap… But again for the final time– no harm no foul, just another funny story I get to tell at work.
And with that concludes this story book trip. As I’ll restate– Hawaii is a charming and unforgettable destination. Filled with experiences and imagery I thought I’d never get to witness in person. But with all things that are beautiful in this world, sometimes looks can be sporadically deceiving.
Trouble in Paradise When one thinks about Hawaii, one thinks about obscene beauty, serene nature and of course their Aloha spirit best symbolized by the Shaka.
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Searching for Mana: Where to see the real Hawaii
Standing in the hot sand at the tip of Ka‘ena Point, La‘akea Perry, master teacher at Kei Kai o Kahiki, an all-male hula school, begins to chant, his voice trembling in a lilting vibrato. The words of the oli impart a greeting, one that conveys both a deep love for O‘ahu’s west side and an inherent responsibility to the land.
When the oli ends, the hula begins. La‘akea kneels and begins to beat the ipu heke, a golden double gourd instrument, as his student, Ka‘ena — who shares the name of the point on which he dances — adopts a stance reminiscent of an ancient warrior. La‘akea’s voice and his rhythmic drumming rise above the rush of the Pacific. This time he chants a mele about Hi‘iaka, favorite sister of the fire goddess Pele, who walked to Ka‘ena Point to visit her ancestral divinity. During the journey she chanted an oli of her own, describing the intense effects of the sun’s heat on her body and the landscape — a heat not unlike the one that we encountered during our hike that morning.
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The word mana in native Hawaiian translates as life energy or spiritual power. On O‘ahu’s untrodden west coast — a 20-mile stretch of shoreline from the Ko Olina Resort to Ka‘ena Point — mana takes shape in the volcanic Wai‘anae Mountains and the vast cerulean Pacific, in tales of ancient ali‘i and in the passion and perseverance of a new generation of cultural practitioners. Rich in oral tradition, the leeward side, with its slower pace and sunnier skies, feels a universe away from the cluttered development and homogenized high rises of Honolulu. It may also have the most potent mana on the island. I’ve come to hear its stories.
A 10-hour flight followed by a 25-minute drive toward Kapolei delivers me to the airy Four Seasons at Ko Olina, where, in typical Hawaiian fashion, a cool drink and an equally cool towel relieve the weariness of travel. My room overlooks a wide, emerald-blue lagoon and I’m tempted to plant my jet-lagged self on the balcony for the remainder of the afternoon, but I’m on a mission. Instead, I head back out to explore the side of O‘ahu that most visitors rarely see.
Driving west on Farrington Highway I pass the low-slung, wooden houses that make up the working class neighborhoods of Nanakuli, Ma‘ili, Wai‘anae, and Makaha, home to the largest percentage native Hawaiians in the archipelago. Here, businesses lining the busy road — Aloha Gas, L&L Hawaiian Barbecue, Mike’s Bakery, BK Superette — cater to locals. Aside from nearby Ko Olina, the polished tourist infrastructure that exists elsewhere in the Hawaiian Islands isn’t part of O‘ahu’s west side story.
But no one seems to miss it. On a sunny Sunday afternoon families fill the oceanfront parks that dot the entire length of Farrington. At Ma‘ili Beach, smoke wafts skyward from a barbecue tended by a man whose large, tanned belly spills over the waistband of his red swim trunks. Diapered toddlers run squealing across the grass chased by older siblings while grandparents sit and talk story — the Hawaiian term for shooting the breeze — in lawn chairs placed beneath pop-up canopies.
Further west, the highway narrows and as I approach Keawaula Beach, one of O‘ahu’s most spectacular, harbingers of the region’s poverty mar the natural beauty — husks of abandoned cars sit along the road while tarps strung between palms and sea grape trees shelter some of the island’s homeless.
On the drive back to Ko Olina, a different scene captures my attention. It takes a moment for my brain to register that the motley band of leathery men standing on the rocky bluff are roasting a pig over a wood fire, but when it does I decide to stop. I pull my embarrassing rented behemoth of an SUV into the gravel parking area and a wave of apprehension washes over me as I walk toward the spit — “Look, a random haole girl with a camera,” I imagine them thinking.
A few of the men watch my approach and eye me with more curiosity than derision as I gesture toward the fire with my camera. “That’s a beautiful pig,” I say. “Do you guys mind if I take some pictures?”
The man at the spit grins and nods. He steps behind the pig and poses for the camera, still smiling and flashing me a shaka, the hand symbol most people would recognize as the one that means “hang loose.”
As I snap the shutter, another guy approaches and shakes my hand, introducing himself as Richard. “This is my pig,” he says. “I have a farm up there,” he waves behind us at the mountains. “These are my guys. I’m doing the pig to say mahalo for their hard work.”
They ask me where I’m from and seem surprised when I tell them I just arrived from New York. “What the heck are you doing in Wai‘anae?” they ask.
“I guess I came to see you guys,” I say. “I wanted to see the real O‘ahu.” Before I know it someone has pressed a beer into my hand. Richard has a knife and a pair of tongs and begins to cut through the pig’s crackling, brown skin, placing thick slices of roast pork onto a paper plate and handing it to me. It’s smoky and delicious. I’m given a piece of tender white fish drizzled with soy sauce that Richard’s nephew pulled from the ocean a short time earlier — a nephew, Richard says, who can show me some great places to snorkel.
I thank them again and again for the feast and walk over to my car. I’m just getting in when I hear Richard shout something and I turn back to hear what he’s saying.
“Remember that this is Wai‘anae!” He calls. “Put that in your story! This is the true aloha spirit!”
Still on east coast time, I wake early the next morning to a deep rose-gold sunrise and head out for a run around the Ko Olina lagoons, which were built to replicate O‘ahu’s ancestral fishponds. One of those ancient ponds, known as the “Looking Glass,” can be found just next door to the Four Seasons at the Lanikuhonua Cultural Institute. Later that morning, I watch as Auntie Nettie Tiffany, the kahu — spiritual custodian — of Lanikuhonua, steps gingerly into the clear, turquoise waters, a clutch of verdant ti leaves in one hand. Bowing her head, her lips form a silent blessing as she bends toward the gently lapping surf to fill a wooden bowl.
She gestures for me to come to her, squeezing my wrists with her hands and brushing my forearms with water from the bowl. Pressing her forehead against mine, Auntie Nettie welcomes me to O‘ahu, blessing my journey and instilling me with west side mana. Afterwards, at her prompting, I wade into the warm Pacific to seal the exchange.
As a descendent of a family that once served King Kamehameha the Great, Auntie Nettie inherited her role as kahu from her mother, who taught her the ancestral traditions. “Ko Olina is a homestead land,” says Auntie, when I ask her to tell me Lanikuhonua’s story. “This is a very special place. It was a retreat area for the royals. They came for the water. They came to bathe in these sacred ponds.”
These days, Lanikuhonua strives to sustain and celebrate native Hawaiian culture through educational programs and annual festivals. In keeping with that mission, the institute provides space for La‘akea and his hula students to train each week. Their dance style, called ‘ai ha‘a, is extremely strenuous, replicating the moves of an ancient form of martial arts. At Lanikuhonua, the hula brothers train as warriors, using only what the ancestors had available to them — the rocks, the sand, the coconut palms, the ocean — as they memorize ritual dances and the stories those dances tell.
It was on my last west side morning that I set out before sunrise to hike to Ka‘ena Point, La‘akea and Ka‘ena acting as guides. Ka‘ena started telling stories as soon as our feet hit the trail.
“There’s a town on the west side called Nanakuli and the people there were once thought to be deaf,” he began, “but they could hear perfectly well. They were just ashamed.”
He went on to explain that in Hawaiian tradition it has long been customary to offer food and drink to travelers, yet the inhospitable landscape of the island’s west coast, with its arid land and brackish waters, yielded barely enough to sustain the locals. When visitors passed through town, the Nanakuli natives stood mute, staring blankly at the newcomers and pretending not to hear, embarrassed that they had no refreshment to give. When the travelers returned home, they spoke of the strange people on the leeward side — people who appeared to neither hear nor speak — and the area became known as Nana (look) kuli (deaf).
“But I’ve also heard that Nanakuli means, ‘look at knee,’” says Ka‘ena. “They hung their heads and looked at their knees, ashamed because they had nothing to offer.”
Later, after the mele and hula and plenty more stories, we headed back. Along the way we stopped to zigzag down through rough volcanic boulders to where they met the ocean, forming deep tide pools perfect for a swim. Nearby, a large monk seal lounged on the porous black rocks that surrounded the pools. Scratching its green-gray girth with a kelp-tinged flipper, it tilted its smiling face toward the sun looking just like my dog when she basks in a warm patch on the driveway. I heard La‘akea shout and lifted my gaze to follow his finger to where he pointed at a pod of spinner dolphins frolicking across the cobalt surface.
The salty water made buoyancy effortless and as I floated in the aquamarine pool I thought about Queen Ka‘ahumanu bathing in the sacred ponds at Lanikuhonua, of Hi‘iaka and the red hot cliffs that framed her ancient journey, of the Nanakuli people who had to climb high into the Wai‘anae uplands to find fresh drinking water and had none to spare. I thought about Richard and his pig and his generosity. Of the families enjoying the unspoiled west side beaches. Of Auntie Nettie’s embrace. The people I’d met these past few days all had their heads up. The shame of Nanakuli’s past was no longer a part of their story.
Don’t go to Waianae, I’ve heard it said. Heeding such advice would be akin to playing deaf, oblivious to the mana that infuses every aspect of Oahu’s leeward coast.
When we returned to the trailhead, someone handed me a fresh bottle of water and I took a long drink. The sun had risen fully over the Wai‘anae Mountains and climbed high into the wide, blue sky, its heat baking the already parched dirt path — just as it has since west O‘ahu’s most ancient days.
Stay:
Four Seasons Oahu at Ko Olina
Make the freshly reimagined Four Seasons the home base for your west side adventures. Luxurious inside and out, the classic mid-century property was designed by the renowned “master of modernism” Edward Killingsworth, and features 371 spacious rooms all with private lanais and sweeping ocean views. Bespoke amenities include plush cabanas, a stunning new saltwater infinity pool, and the Napuka Spa, which features a delicious menu of traditional Hawaiian wellness therapies. The healing Lomilomi massage is a transcendent experience.
Aulani Disney Resort & Spa
Families will find the neighboring Aulani Resort, which shares a lagoon with the Four Seasons, the ideal spot to delve into Hawaii’s landscape and history. Parents can expect topnotch service and plenty of understated Disney magic while kids will love storytelling and hula lessons at Aunty’s Beach House and snorkeling in Rainbow Reef. The resort’s new luau, Ka Wa’a, spotlights the west side district of ‘Ewa and tells its stories through a dazzling array of traditional music and dance.
Explore:
Four Seasons Wayfinders
As part of its mission to forge a deeper connection between its guests and native Hawaiian culture, Four Seasons Oahu recently launched their new Wayfinders program, which spotlights local artisans, storytellers, craftspeople, and living legends through hands-on workshops, signature adventures, and wellness experiences.
Lanikuhonua Cultural Institute
Once known for being a place of rest and rejuvenation for bygone monarchs, Lanikuhonua was the private home of Alice Kamokila Campbell for many years before becoming a non-profit organization that works to promote and preserve native Hawaiian culture and tradition.
Ko Olina Marina
Explore the gorgeous west side waters from the Ko Olina Marina, which offers snorkeling and dolphin tours, whale watching excursions, catamaran sails, fishing charters, and sunset champagne cruises aboard a swank yacht.
Ka‘ena Point
Considered the place where souls departing the mortal world leapt into the afterlife, Ka‘ena Point continues to be a sacred place. Drive to the very end of Farrington Highway and hike to the westernmost point where dolphins and humpbacks play in the surf and albatross come to nest. Nearby, Keawaula Beach, also called Yokohama, is one of the island’s prettiest and most secluded.
Kuilioloa Heiau
Ancient temples, or heiau — honoring everything from good health to success in war to prosperity in fishing — are spread throughout the Hawaiian Islands. Perched on a peninsula overlooking Poka‘i Bay at the base of the Lualualei Valley, the Kuilioloa Heiau was once a blessing site for ancient voyagers and a training school for navigators.
Pu‘u O Hulu Pillbox Trail
A semi-steep trail off Kaukama Road between Nanakuli and Ma‘ili leads to three World War II bunkers known as pillboxes for their squat, square shape. A climb along the ridge leads to amazing views of the bright blue Pacific and the entire Waianae Valley all the way out to Ka‘ena Point.
Kahumana Farm
West O‘ahu’s local food story is ripe for the telling these days and can be discovered at Kahumana Farm. Nestled among verdant mountains on 50 acres in the Lualualei Valley, Kahumana works to support and provide food for the most vulnerable members of the west side community while promoting sustainable, organic farming practices. Tours take visitors through the day in the life of a farmer and end at the farm’s field-to-fork café.
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Uncle Braddah sits at a stop light every weekend with a sign that says “No one ever went broke by giving.” I watched him pick up trash when he left his sitting area, then throw it away in a trash can. I see him crossing in crosswalks, throwing Shaka to random people, smiling, and being positive. I don’t know him or his story, but from his actions, I at least knows he’s trying. And that’s what it’s about, right? We’ll all trying to get by. Sometimes, we fall upon hard times and sometimes, we’d benefit from more kindness. Aloha to Uncle Braddah, and to anyone out there struggling, just trying to make ends meet, just trying to get by. #Aloha #LuckyWeLiveHawaii #spreadaloha #livealoha #🤙🏾 Oh, and for my fellow nerd friends - Yes, that is #PowerRangers music and yes, that’s me trying to be the Hawaiian Power Ranger! #GoGoPowerRangers
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