Mari Robson

Japanese/American

Tokyo City Sky

Mica

Czech

Old School

Karwowska

Polish

Giancarlo

Italian

Back to work: enforcing a new dress code

Swedish/Welsh

Made it to the other side

nyc

Leaving Japan

yokohama

ごちそうさまでした

squid that stains

sea grapes that pop
sweet & milky almond tea

BBQ and home made beer
fluffy cake topped with berries

textured tofu delicacies

and peking duck with family, a reminisce of home.

ありがとう日本。よく食べました。

Girl

Reflections

Night out with River T Party

River T Party

Smiles all around

Is 4 a.m. the new midnight?

Tsukiji fish market

Q: If you were a death row inmate and had to decide on a last meal what would you order?

A: Tsukiji fish- sashimi style

Mismatch

Structure and Shape

Sleey Riders

eki 1.mpg


eki 2.mpg

There's nothing like the feeling of being rocked to sleep...

Feels Like Matsuri Season

Teaching a kid how to use a camera

Yellow

Humility

These pictures were taken a little over a year ago in Northern Thailand. I am not Thai, I do not speak Thai, nor am I in any authority on Thai culture yet there is something about this simple hand gesture which I find reminicent to a bow in Japan (as my father illustrates below). A beautifully unpretentious, unobtrusive, unembellished and unspoken means of communication.


bowing wars

Its refreshing to live in a place where proving somebody else's self worth is more conventional than proving your own.

Gore's stand up routine

For 5 minutes and 51 seconds, Gore is actually funny. There is just something captivating in witnessing a seemingly mundane person attempt humor.

Detour

Education system: modern day guillotine?

Sir Ken Robinson: Do schools kill creativity?

"For how can we condemn something that is ephermeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine."

The Unbearable Lightness of Being (Milan Kundera)

He is my favorite speaker to date. Smart and unwittingly funny. Best of all, a great story teller.

Kapalua Plantation Course (Maui, Hawaii)

Addressing the Ball

My father and I just returned from a week of intense golf. My fingers are cramped into an open face grip, the crushed bones in my pinky and ring finger are coated with hardened blisters, and the blazing sun left a scorching outline of a polo shirt and golf shorts onto my body. Though my father's dream of his daughter becoming a pro golfer will probably never actualize, I have lasting images of perfect greens and brilliant blues.

Toilet Documentaries I

watch me first.mpg