Listen to the trees , Ethan Lau
At 29, the man who strolls barefoot through downtown Honolulu, Hawaii, on a wooden board with wheels, seems oddly untouched by the virtualized lives of the West. Unreachable, Ethan, for that is his name, is too busy gazing at the treetops, untouched by the hypnosis of screens.
For those who live in the city, trees are often decorative, a reminder of what we once were, or even a form of compensation for the concrete masses. But for those who know how to look and care, they are beings born of the earth, carriers of life.
At 29, the man who strolls barefoot through downtown Honolulu, Hawaii, on a wooden board with wheels, seems oddly untouched by the virtualized lives of the West. Unreachable, Ethan, for that is his name, is too busy gazing at the treetops, untouched by the hypnosis of screens.
At 29, the man who strolls barefoot through downtown Honolulu, Hawaii, on a wooden board with wheels, seems oddly untouched by the virtualized lives of the West. Unreachable, Ethan, for that is his name, is too busy gazing at the treetops, untouched by the hypnosis of screens.
His GPS is none other than nature, and from tree to tree, he navigates, spotting those that will provide his meal for the day. Ethan knows them all, he brushes them with the back of his hand, sometimes speaks to them, and is always grateful for their offerings.
Once a professional skater, he grew tired of steel trophies and paper-mâché glory. So he left it all behind, with his shoes being the first to go.
Today, freer than ever, you will have to listen carefully to the trees of Waikiki if you hope to catch a glimpse of the now-reformed skater-turned-gatherer.
Pono , The life of Chris Miyashiro
On a remote shore of O‘ahu, Chris Miyashiro surfs not to conquer, but to listen.
Painter, shaper, navigator and filmmaker, he embraces the ancient Hawaiian philosophy of Pono — living in balance with the forces of nature. Through hand-carved Alaia boards made from invasive trees, Chris transforms destruction into connection, movement into meaning.
A poetic journey between land and sea, stillness and motion.
This is not just a surf film — it’s a meditation on harmony.
On the shores of O‘ahu, Chris Myashiro does not surf against the elements , he enters into dialogue with them.
Since his earliest days, the ocean has been his home. He learned to listen to the wind, to read the curve of a wave like one reads the lines on the face of the world ; so that, like in life and surfing alike, he might find his balance.
In Hawai‘i, the native people have a word for this: Pono.
A philosophy in itself, embraced by the islands for centuries. The pursuit of harmony , in life and with all that surrounds it , is one of the foundations of Hawaiian culture. It is the culture that shaped Chris Myashiro into the man he is today.
Chris is a painter, navigator, shaper, filmmaker, surfer.
He moves between the lines of preconceived ideas, leaning on ancestral knowledge to approach the unknown and reshape its contours.
Through his Alaia boards, hand-carved from invasive trees, he transforms what destroys into what connects. It’s not just about riding , it’s about riding with intention. Each board is an offering. Each session, a silent prayer.
Ho‘oponopono, the elders say , a phrase that can be translated as “to correct what is out of balance.” A virtuous circle, not unlike the tumultuous movement of life and waves.
Chris knows it well: every time he’s set out to sea, it was so he could return to land with greater understanding.
And so, between action and surrender, Chris finds himself at home.
Balanced between two worlds.
Pono — because that is the word.
This project was made possible by On The Edge, a non-profit organization raising awareness about the beauty and fragility of the natural world.
Rituals for Kim Dunham
In the stillness of the Californian desert, under a sky that remembers everything, I followed Kim Dunham ; artist, jeweler, spirit-walker ; through a landscape where time folds and symbols speak.
This series was born from that silence. A visual ritual. A search for meaning in the dust, in the weight of gold, in the absence of noise.
In the stillness of the Californian desert, under a sky that remembers everything, I followed Kim Dunham — artist, jeweler, spirit-walker — through a landscape where time folds and symbols speak.
This series was born from that silence. A visual ritual. A search for meaning in the dust, in the weight of gold, in the absence of noise.
As we walk on dark stones,
Drawn by the mirage of reason,
Forever lost in transcendent time,
We fall in eternal descent,
Hoping in the ritual of life
To seek, in their eyes,
Eternity as we die.
Directed by Sebastien Zanella
for Kim Dunham
