Gotta Love Drew

My hommie Drew is probably one of the coolest and well adjusted people I know. A native Californian, he's all about Baseball and good vibes. After returning from a few months in Austrailia and Europe, he decided to gather all his friends together for 1 big B-day/ Halloween party.

Unfortunalty, I didnt get the memo on dressing up in costume. Below are some Pics. I have alot more pics to post, so check back later for updates.

Oh yeah, Evelyn showed, in full effect.

As the night progressed, so did everyones level of intoxication. It was almost hyphie in there. Again, Evelyn was in my ear, talkin shyt, pushin buttons, creating memories. Uhm, the next set of pics kinda reflect that. Sorry or the crazy composition, but by the time I'd remember to pull out my cam and shoot, Evelyn had alerted me to a many of other things that maybe/did/should happen in the next 5 seconds. Basically, I was a little distracted. I hope that doesn't take away from the fun (in the pics) Enjoy!

The night went on. I made friends, talked, chilled, smoked, Danced with Evelyn. damn, I had fun. The Crazy thing is, as the party went on, more and more and more shyt went down. But one thing is for sure, NYers know how to Party, get dressed up and get fvked up and still look good. More pics below.

Tie Shirt.

Whatsup People?

I am currently busy with a few Halloween shoots. Untill I'm able to show you some of my NEW stuff, here's a look at some of my older shyt. Older like, earlier this year.

Disclaimer: these pics are crap. But they feature Jake McJake (of the Michael Lucas Porn variety). That i s reason enough to post them :)

The pics are from a test shoot for a product called the TieShirt.


Enjoy!

Below are the pics from the presentation, without the captions. You will also see the originator of the TieShirt towards the end (Whatsup Mattias!)

Jermaine

Every so often I think about Jermaine.

Jermaine and I were about as close to Romy and Michelle as 2 big ass black men could be. We could go out and have tonnes of fun every time we decided that tonnes of fun were what we wanted.

Similar, in the fact that we were both Southern (me: Texas/GA. him: NC/TX). Southern geigh dudes are different from our northern brethren as we aren’t delusional. Yes, NYC homos are delusional.

They don't talk to strangers. They don't dance. They go out of their way to be rude to strangers (who dance especially). And the clincher? They float through life with a misplaced sense of entitlement based on the fact that they live in NYC.

Neat.

Jermaine and I would laugh about the New York geigh seen all the time. We would go out and dance all the time. He even got me to realize that putting on some muscle wouldn't take away from the person that I am, but help me become the person that I'm supposed to be.

Jermaine is my HEro.

Here are some pics of Jermaine from earlier this year.

Michael Sandy

Whassup people?

Michael Sandy was a person. He was a guy not unlike me, with friends, family, and co workers who loved and supported him. On October 8th, 2006 he was a victim of a set up. A bunch of str8 men - kids - thought it would be a great idea to go online to gay dating websites and connect with unsuspecting guys, lure them to a remote location, and then have a few of their friends jump out of the bushes and physically attack and rob the mark.

Neat.

When these kids (children), decided to execute their cowardly plan, they didn’t think. They didn’t think about how a professional man, with a love for the arts and culture, a passion for design, and a strong support system would react to four men jumping out of some bushes late at night beating him across the head and body for no reason and without warning.

Michael Sandy did what smart people do when being attacked by a faceless mob, he ran. In a bid to save his life, he ran. Disoriented and in a state of panic, he ran. He ran directly into the far right hand lane of traffic on a nearby highway where he was struck by a car and left for dead.

His attackers then dragged him to the side of the road, rifled through his pockets (presumably to recover his cell phone), and ultimately left him for dead again.

Michael Sandy eventually did die from his injuries.

I know that I'm not the most prolific writer on the block, nor do I think that I'm the best orator, but if I don’t leave you with anything today, I must leave you with this:

Michael Sandy was no different from any of us. He lived, worked, paid taxes, laughed, danced, thought, cried, sang, jumped, shopped, hoped, dreamed, craved, despaired, encouraged, endowed, imagined, cared, and loved just like you and I. He was just handling his business like you and I do everyday. I didn't know Michael Sandy personally, but from the things I read about him, I could have. He could have easily been my friend or hommie. Instead, he is something of a martyr.

He was someone’s son. He was someone’s nephew.

He was Young, Gifted and Black and this should not have been the end of his story.

Below are pictures from his Rally at City Hall.

You gotta Love Marc

Marc Rashad Jones gets a thumbs up from me. I'm a little short on words right now, but I will be placing some well deserved ones about him, his friends, and his party in the very near future. Right now, Check out the pics and let me know what you think.

PS: The party was fun. :)

The Ritchie Show

Ok Bitches, I'm back.

Damn, for the past few weeks, ya boy has had allergies (damn NYC living), an attempt by Lil Miss Influenza to cut into my $$$, a wonky tooth, and to cap it all off, I (accidentally) stabbed myself with a galvanized steel nail.

Neat.

Whatevs...

After takin it easy for a few days, I decided to take my new camera out for a spin. Just in time for my Dutch Friends to arrive. Who are they? They are Regillio (in the pic to the left) and his buddy Ritchie.

I heart them. I have known Regillio for many years. He's a native of Surinam, and has been runnin shyt (black gay club circuit) in Amsterdam for years. He comes over every month for work, sometimes week after week.

And sometimes he brings friends. Which brings me to Ritchie? I like Ritchie. He's also from Surinamese and there’s just something about him that I dig. He kinda reminds me of myself when I was less serious, you know, before male patterned baldness, and the gym. Compared to Ritchie’s sunny demeanor, I'm a crabby old man *grrrrr*. But its cool, its progression.

Check out the Ritchie show in the slide below and let me know what you think (about the Muthafvkin pictures. I'm trying to get used to a whole different technology with this shyt, so yeah... thoughts, suggestions.)

Oh yeah, before that I went to get a haircut and to talk to my Tailor. So yeah, that should explain any xtra pics in the mix.

Be cool bitches, I'll have a lot more to show you soon.