I have a secret jones for tiki culture. My iPod’s full of Les Baxter‘s exotica, and my bookcase holds copies of Trader Vic’s Tiki Party! and Sven Kirsten’s indispensable Book of Tiki. Something about the misappropriation creative remixing of other cultures really inspires me.
I can draw a direct line between this interest and the fact that both times my parents took me to Walt Disney World as a kid (at age 5 and again at 10), we stayed at the Polynesian Resort. Something about the combination of indoor fountains and air conditioning still gets to me. (I can draw a similar line to my love of monorails.)
That’s why I loved this quick review of the “Boutiki” shop at the resort. I won’t steal any of Shawn Slater’s images, so you’ll have to click the link yourself.