Big Trouble In Paradise

Upon a long awaited trip to Thailand, I was traveling with my partner who was detained for not having a tourist visa prior to arrival in the Bangkok airport. He was forced to stay in the airport for 3 days as the next flight out of Bangkok was not departing until then. We were taken to the basement of the Bangkok airport to find the entire lower block of the airport was an extortion jail for foreigners. There were trafficking workers, people locked up on all sides of the large space of the airport and on top of it, many were innocent. Luckily my partner was privileged and was able to roam freely around the airport but with strict rule that me must be accompanied by a guard, whom he would pay for, to sleep, drink beer, have massages and eat pad thai with for the 3 days he waited for the Jet Star flight out of the mass. And no other airline would fly us back. Total extortion.

As for me, we were separated and I was shot out into the middle of Bangkok alone, knowing no Thai language and this is what I saw:

And this was me:

Good Things About Bangkok: I was grateful for Bangkok’s beautiful Wats and spent most of my time in them, they were safe and gave me a spiritual view on life. The sounds they made inside were tranquil and gave me the only sense of hope there could be in that city. And the taxis were fun too. Silks, and textiles were the best, the oriental peer was good for silver and my hotel was pretty bangin’ Bangkok. As for going out alone, it wasn’t in much of my solo itinerary but saw many white men with their “dates”. If you want to be pirate, go to Bangkok.

So much for fashion tranies and gorgeous models I was hoping to shoot, those fun elephant rides, beautiful honey moon esque beaches, and hill tribe craft I was really looking forward for. Instead, I saw future pirates, melted faces, burnt children on display for money and a lot of people following people. Word to future travelers: DO NOT FLY JET STAR INTERNATIONALLY. Maybe next time if I deiced to go back I’ll go directly to Pheuket, tourist central and make myself a real cheese ball, just to fit in. X

Gone Away to Anglesea, PUNU Style

I see how they really see me. April, 2011:

I’m putting the marker in the sand, Ive had ENOUGH!
The 5 year long trip through the deathly depths of wonderland:
There is still the existing, stationary bubble on the beach and all the blond bikinis have transformed in time to fat lard, internally confused and unknowingly racist towards my good friends yeah those ones, and my friends lived here for years, a citizen and a real worker what this globalized world feeds off of the ones that actually intellectually run the place.
The future generation the sexy generation youthful and encouraging full of natural humor and real life stories just reaching the surface, on a wild side.

This is my future now in this outback: religion vs skin tone, sex vs money, the living vs the dead walking, and how to avoid a tornado when your hands are full of the last groceries. i know you don’t understand me because maybe you have not been there. try harder and maybe it will happen to you, be yourself and be the best you can be Oprah style the femme way, but don’t come running to me scraping the bottom of my creative barrel when you are still attempting to avoid the corporate “creative” rape. that’s the curse of being young still. but I’d rather be 40 and young than 26 and rotten already.

An ode to my Punu Bumesi project: This shoot is dedicated to my first models Mari Maekawa & Sahalini Singh for this project whom I share the seas with as sirens from San Fran to Japan and back down under.

Shamari Face Mask Concept by BUMESI.

PUNU Bumei Project Page Coming soon.

PUNU Sea Shore Sirens

Knitted Garments & Photography by BUMESI

Models: Hannah Wood and Jia

Hair & Makeup: Michelle of Luminance Makeup and NADIRA

Shot in Anglesea, Victoria, Australia

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Bumesi’s Oily Mouth

Here’s my conceptual drop for the day.

BUMESI’S BLOG

UPON DEPARTURE VIA THE ESSENCE OF AMERICAN AIRLINES AND THE DEPARTMENT OF IMMIGRATION AND BORDER SECURITY, I SUBMIT MY DESTINATION HOME BOUND TO PAY A VISIT TO MY FAMILY, ONLY TO FIND A STRING OF EVENTS FROM BORDER CHECKS TO UNKNOWN TERRITORIES THAT ONCE WERE MY VACANT DREAM SPACE IN YOUTH.

AS THAT INTERNATIONAL TOURIST, ON AUSSIE RESIDENCE LEAVE, I DID MY CHEESY SHOTS OF SHOES IN SPOTS.

MOVED ONTO CITY TO CITY COAST TO COAST ON A MINIMAL VISIT.

I’D RATHER CONSUME THE STREET AND WALK THAN DRIVE IN USA AT THIS MOMENT.

BUT MORE I WAS IN DESIRE TO PAY A VISIT TO MY OTHER HOME, THE CONCRETE JUNGLE OF MEXICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

ALL NOW ENDS BACK TO THE OUTBACK FOR ANOTHER CHALLENGING ADVENTURE.

SURVIVAL OF THE ATOMIC IMAGE.

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