Haere mai ki to kainga, e kuia!

I realised recently that when I lean my face on my hand, I look just like my nana. These images (some oldies taken on the Ferrania) are from around 2 years ago. I can tell because Nana is now about half that size. As black and white as these images are, the memories are in full color. I could just about tell you where the "creaks" are in that hallway, what sound the hall cupboard makes as you click it open to pull out Drafts to play with poppa, and that nana almost certainly smelt like Palmolive soap.

Princess Joanna Crocodile

HO WEA

Another successful hang with JD...just chill. A-huhuhu...

Mr. Stephenson

Have started developing a whole bunch of old films recently, some dating back to the 1990's - shizer!! It is rad. You get to kinda relive old memories and emotions...some nice, some not-so. But many that I otherwise had forgotten. This lot is from a trip to Coro almost 3 years ago, to hang with Carne before he went to live in Paris... It was a few days filled with delicious filter coffees topped with warm frothed milk and cinnamon (sounds 90's, but was oh so nice)...chats about life, love, hypocrytical Christians, food, the neighbor satisfying her dog with her foot, the anacondas [eels] in the creek, art process, the lack of, and swims...mmm.

HOLY NECK!

Been thinking that the back of my neck: or "nape", might be where I would like to get a tattoo...so I have become super observant of necks. Heres a couple I saw while I had my camera...

old trash.

Found some shots in the archives of our first TRAILER shoot - hilarious. At one point, the resident live cat crawled in, staying low, to check out the stuffed mangled one. We felt a bit bad... Caravan courtesy of some really nice man who had it for sale on trademe.

Mihi

Ko Te Rarawa te iwi,
Ko Te Waiariki te hapu,
Ko Ngatokimatawhaorua te waka,
Ko Waipuna te marae,
Ko Panguru te maunga,
Ko Hokianga te moana.
Ko Caren Hastings ahau.
Tihei mauri ora!