Tony Kile is a Honolulu based writer, poet, artist, photographer, mystic, clothing designer, sage, sexual icon, and a rather terrible musician. In addition to being generally sarcastic and off-putting in the most passive way imaginable, he is universally cherished in the Honolulu Chinatown community. His social ineptitude seems at odds with how unbelievably magnetic and handsome he is. He is a walking conundrum, or as some say, a redundancy. What you should basically understand about Tony is that he, under absolutely no circumstances, is to be understood.