After landing in Hawaii, we were waiting around at the baggage claim, anxious to grab our bags, bail the airport, and finally get on the road and head to the North Shore. Our first two bags came out immediately. Still waiting on one, but knew it would come. It had to be there. Our eyes were glued to the chute, dumping all the bags into the carousel. We watched as people gathered their bags one by one and slowly departed the airport. And there we were. Still left waiting for our final bag. Oh, and this final, now missing, bag just happened to be THE bag. The one that held all the samples for every. single. shoot we had planned while on this beautiful island. It seemed simple enough. Direct flight from LA. Two of the three bags we checked were accounted for. How does this happen? It’s a question we still have yet to find an answer to, but we did what we had to do, all that we could do, in a time of such desperation. We filled out the claim form and prayed for the best. This was Wednesday. We had one day of scouting locations, then would go straight into our first shoot on Friday. The waiting game had begun.
The next day we called the airline numerous times and were forwarded straight to voicemail on every attempted call. So, we found another number. Straight to voicemail. Again. Their hours were 10 am-12:30 pm. Really? You are only open for 2.5 hours everyday and you are supposed to be finding lost luggage belonging to people who save all year round to come here on vacation? WOW!! Fantastic. After an extremely stressful day of scouting (due to not thinking we would get the bag and the pouring rain all day), we received a call, which lead to overzealous cheers in the car, saying the bags had been delivered (at 8:30 pm I might add). You’d think we’d just won the lottery. It kind of felt like it. So all was saved.
We woke up the next morning and met longtime face of Roxy and Maui local, Monyca Eleogram, and Hawaiian Princess from Kauai, Mainei Kinimaka, down at Pupukea for an early morning surf. The waves were small and surprisingly uncrowded. The sun wasn’t quite out, but the water was warm and clear and that’s all we needed. We spent the day cruising around the East Side shooting, swimming, surfing and eating. There was no radio reception and no bluetooth in the car, so Monyca sang Christmas Carols for us to try and cover up the excruciating sound of the board straps vibrating on the roof.
We learned about life growing up on Kauai, from Mainei and her huge Hawaiian family (her father, the legendary surfer Titus Kinimaka has 16 siblings!). Monyca taught us about harvesting honey from her bees on her property in Hana. The samples had arrived in Hawaii. And driving around the island, with two amazing girls and all troubles now behind us, it finally felt like we did too.
Production / Herewith Creative
Art direction & Photography / Séréna Lutton
Video & Edit / Tahnei Roy
Drone Picture & Video / Rubias Collective