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This Ain't No Maui

Inspector Traveler Uncovers The Truth:

Peter Max: He's Here! and His Baby Is Ugly

Love bead puka shells , tie-dyed red dirt t-shirts,pineapple incense, psychedelic ,black-light posters: the fabulous '60s. Waikiki. has a retro Peter Max-vibe going on in that magical strip of land called Waikiki.

Max mass produced the decade, and Waikiki merchants and tour operators defintiely have mass produced the decadence-- in vitro; a test tube frankenstein of cosmic technicolor, hyperbolic noise; reduced to a delirium of colorful souvenirs, and bold kaleidoscopic packaged tours.