so i am not going to take it too seriously but it would seem that my health would fail me on a notable day such this. today i pull togeter my first fashion/conceptual photo shoot. the concept was definitely way above my skill but it would seem that is how i like to do things. it was apparent to me that although i may have the ‘technical’ know how (barely), i knew that it was just the beginning of yet another long ass road. even in the midst of my foggy state of mind, i joked that […]

i recently realized that an entire month went by and try as i might, i hadn’t written anything in the whole month of july. was any busier than the month before? not really, just the same level of silliness but maybe it was just being awestuck by all the changes around me. no doubt this wil be the biggest year of change for many of my closest peeps. two friends had babies, two friends broke up with their ladies and my brother decided that he was going to get married. i decided to fall in love with […]

Satruday mornings on chestnut street, cow hollow. i take a small pause in my daily routine to venture into the land of beamers and blondies. I would never voluntarily just drive here on a satruday morning to partake in this sort of observance, but I had to met a wedding client. Normally, I don’t bother meeting former clients, esp if they’ve paid me already but for some reason I was compel for this particular client since her wedding will be one I will always tell as once of the great drama of my weekend profession. Actually, now […]

out of the blue, maybe only because she recently received her package of goods, my former playmate emails me in a rather reconcilartory tone of voice. naturally, i am receptive to such dialogue but knowing that it just bring up forgotten memories and a rather lacking present state of being. it’s been over 18 months so i know there is little emotional attachment left to such memories but conceptually it still intgruies me to no end. i can’t say i was so naive to think that she was the one but god damn, she got closer than […]

And so I experience the classic tensions of the remorsefully aware. while I am partially watching maxin’s 100 hottest women and in the other attention span, I am reading the dalai lama’s autobiography, “my land, my people”. All while I am enjoying the company of my fag hag art pal and the likes of johnnie walker red label on lukewarm club soda. And so I understand the inherent tension that destroys the likes of Jackson Pollack while I enjoy his craft at the new york museum of modern art. For once, I understood full the experience of […]