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Mini portrait: Anna Eriksmo

I shot this mini portrait with triathlon competitor, Anna Eriksmo a while back. This is a new and tighter edit of a lengthier version. Anna’s so amazingly focused at whatever she does.


Compared to What?

If you don’t dig this, well, then we have one less thing in common. Cool cats, Les McCann and Eddie Harris classic, Compared to What, recorded live for their album, Swiss Movement, at the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1969. Aside from the tune’s great grooves, listen to the lyrics. So apt.

Öresund Sunset Barsebäck

Nuclear Dusk
organic weather station

The Organic Forecast
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Beau Vallon Beach, Seychelles
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Last Night’s Plane
king of palm tree

King of Palms

The Strawman’s Hut, Seychelles
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Tyko Blake Eskil Raboff

Fifty years old. That’s what my younger brother Tyko would have been today, on the 21st of July.

It’s been a while since he quietly slipped away, alone and without hope in a dreary hotel room in Paris. And honestly, these days, I don’t think of Tyko that much. It feels good that I can admit that without feeling guilt. But even though he’s not nearly as present as during those first years after his death, the memory of him isn’t buried so deep or has become too compartmentalized that I can’t still easily recollect how devastated I felt when I received the call from the gendarme in Paris.

Since his and my birthdays are just one day apart, I’ll of course always be reminded of Tyko’s tragic passing. And though today marks one of the year’s sadder days (the other being the date of his death), I still try to spend some of it reminiscing about our old times and remembering the sound of his contagious laugh, boundless, often off-the-charts sick sense of humor and perhaps above all, my brother’s unique ability to be brutally honest about how he felt. Which I intend to do more of going forward…

Rest in peace, Toddles.

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Tiki Puka Puka at Trader Vic’s Seychelles

I haven’t been to a Trader Vic’s in probably 45 years. The last time was somewhere in West Hollywood in Los Angeles (on Robertson or San Vincente Blvd?) and it was likely with my mother and one or more of her friends.

I remember being a little freaked out/excited about the Polynesian sculptures, totem poles, warrior masks, ornately carved shields, wooden spears and the restaurant’s huge fire pit.

Tonight we enjoyed a sumptuous three course dinner at Trader Vic’s here in the Seychelles. Like I remembered from my previous visit, almost half a century ago, both the interior and exterior of this Trader Vic’s was richly decorated with the similarly, somewhat sinister looking busts and heads stemming from Maori, Hawaiian and Tahitian mythology as well as a whole lot of other less serious props and trimmings.

Before our meal, we enjoyed two classic Trader Vic cocktails at one of the most well-stocked bars I’ve been served at in a long, long time: Mai Tai and Tiki Puka Puka. The friendly bartender above was literally and physically behind our tasty beverages.

© Joakim Lloyd Raboff