Tales from the Wig Crypt...

Hey Guys! Guess who just spent the last # months trapped in Beyonces' hair closet? A brotha tried to play Paparazzi and ended up pitch forking bails of Permed Yacky for the Oscar "hopeful".

All I gotta say is, Thank GOD for Michelle' & Uncle Sam. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have made it out when Big Boss Beyonce went to go visit her L.A. Wig Crypt. They’re like my personal Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglas. I wish the dogs hadn't gotten them. *sniffle* I promise to tell you all about it. But first, TY had a party.......

Keisha Be Doin Some Hair!

Whatsup People?

Today, we celebrate the creativity, versatility, durability, and str8 up HOTNESS that is the Black hair care industry. & You cant talk about Black hair without talkin about Black women.

Black women are Amazing. All women are amazing, but my sisters of the African Diaspora are so effortlessly AWESOME that people often forget, or choose to ignore just how difficult it is to be a Black woman in this day and age in America.
CELEBRATION!!!!!

Whether the hair is fried, dyed, coiffed, or simply natural, takes some serious skill and creativity to come up with some of the works of art that black women call hairstyles.

I first met Keisha a few weeks ago, and I could tell from the start that she had those skills. She was also kind enough to display them for me.

Lets pull back the curtain and get a small glimpse into her majic.

Candace

.... Is my Friend, Hommie, Fogg Baron, and most importantly, a Renaissance Woman. & My Barber. Remember when I said that I've been getting to shoot some pretty girls? Well, Candace is one of them. You gotta Love Candace.

Oh yeah.. She's the Hotness.

Ever wonder what happens whe you get DexStarG, his Camera, A Hot Black Woman, and too much Fogg in one room? Well, uhm... Just look...

Whatup C & D?

Man oh man, These Holidays.

First the Fat Boyz break up, then I had to make some uneccessary moves for work, then my super fast second hand laptop died a blue death, and I got identity thefted (second time this year) leaving me $4.00 in the bank till I got up in the Bank and the CC Company & the online retailers ass that let it happen.

FYI: Dex does not shop @ WalMart.com ---

In between all this, Ive been trying to get y hustle on with these pictures/ master photoshop (it IS the debil), and try not to go all Joan Clayton over the fact that Im 29, kinda phine, and single (Waaah waaah)

But I am blessed. I mean, as stressed as I kinda am, my issues aren't impossible ones. People still smile when they see me comming. Plus, I like the fact that I'm blessed enough that people think about me when I'm not around.

PLus, I get to take pictures of Pretty girls ... More to come.

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.

You Gotta Love Africa

Wassup Homies! This past week, Dex was battling a funky tooth, the flu, and the failing American healthcare system. Because of these things, I'm a little too downtrodden to be the visual orgasm (or is it more like a kiss?) that you are used to. But have no fear, Jacob is here! Jacob is my homie is Gaborne, Botswana. He was kind enough to send me some pics of him Lounging with his crew. check him and them out and soak in some of that good "African-ness".

Honky Tonk Abstract

This weekend, my girl, Lisa (you remember Lisa, right?), invited me to hear her sing at this event in Red Hook. It was cool. It was fun. It was experimental. These hip hop, soul, R&B, rock, and eclectic folk musicians all got together to celebrate everything country. I know it sounds strange, but it was GREAT. Seriously, the artists were doing all original music. My fav thing about the entire show is the BROADNESS of thought required to envision something like that for NYC.

Can Dex broaden his horizons? You know I like clean, pretty pictures. My goal is to rock the fashion/ commercial world with my clean, pretty pictures. But I can do more than just clean and pretty pictures.

Here I am doing the Abstract/ artsy thing. WITH NO PHOTOSHOP. Dig in, bitches.

P.S. Remember, I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shyt. ;)

Ritchie

Ritchie is my friend. He's super smart and just as extraordinary as me. This weekend, he invited me over to have dinner and Watch some DVD's. This is great, because 2 of my favorite things to do in the whole world are eat home cooked food (Cup o' Noodles doesnt count) and watch DVD's with friends.

Luv Ritchie. Enjoy Ritchie.

A Lovely Day

I'd like to send a special shout out to all my Bloggers and Bloggettes out there. If you look to the right of this post you'll notice something, that I dont have any of my special people listed in the "links" section. Well, its time to change that. So to all my people out there who want to be seen and linked, hit me up in the comments section of this post and drop your blogg addy and a brief description. Also, if you are both Crunk + Disorderly, make sure that you let me know. I just wanna make sure that we are kept close knitt (get it Saun? Close KNITT *giggles*).

Ok..

Oh yeah. Dex wants YOU to put him to work. I notice that alot of people are both curious hungry for a piece of NYC. With the cost of airfare and hotels now days, its kinda hard for the average Joe (or Jolinda) to make it here. Let me be your eyes.

DexStarG will go on walks for you. Document every turn, and even do a photo essay on the destination location.

To start off, holla at me with a destination or an activity that you hear us NY'ers do and I'll go shoot it. Curious about Bloomingdales? Sacks 5th? The VIllage? Dramatic Cunts? Puerto Ricans? I dunno... anything from Sex and the City? Let me know and I’ll work it out to get you some views.

Don’t know where to begin? Use THIS MAP of the NYC transit system to start yaself off.

BDAY Wishes.

Its my BDay, bitches. Yes, surprise! A nigga like me was actually born, not grown or hatched. In other news, I've decised to be completely clueless for my Bday. No thinking or analyzing. No, I'm jsut gonna coast and pretend like people actually get you gifts on your B-day. Hell, while I'm at it, I might as well pretend that when they give you the gift, its actually something that you want or can use ( I have yet to recieve a bday gift that I either wanted or could use... and I'm 29).

So here I am and this is my request. Neat, huh? *SQUEEE* So, because I have no shame, Here is my Amazon Wishlist. (if you cant pull it up search via my email: dxg@tmail.com)I mean..you know..because I don't have real-life friends to buy me things. [insert puppy-dog eyes here]. In other, other news... Britney Spears had another future crackhead bouncing baby boy at 2am this morning. According to my sources, she named him Yodaddy S'fugginloser. I think it's French. Or something.



Edited to ad: In this day of i.this and e.that, not all gifts need be physical. I used to love this song and show when I was a kid (big surprise). to this day, when I'm walking through a club, I hum it, sorta as a personal mantra. "Dex is my name, no one else is the same...."

Before I get ready to leave the house, you might catch me mumbling "It's Showtime, Synergy" ...

yeah.. I am truly outrageous


My *heart* Homegirl Kim (Upstate) sent me the BEST b-day gift ever.

Mike

Mike is my friend. He's a Midwest guy making it in the city singin, dancin, actin, and of course.... waiting tables. We hang out from time to time, and he's cool. One thing I do appreciate about Mike is that he is a man of his word. He says what he means and he means what he says. He’s a stand up guy... and every other cliche' of that ilk. Basically, he's good peoples.

Here are some pics of Mike just doing the "YT" thing... :)

Instant Messaging Fun w/ DEX

Ok, I hate instant messages. If you IM me and actually get a response, then know I must love you like I love Orange Soda. I feel like they are spontanious conversations that go nowhere. Everytime I hear that "dunk" sound on my SK3, I feel like Ive been ambushed by:

a) a 12year old hopped up on Sugar, Starbucks, and Beyonce

or

B) A Heroine addict who's jsut remembered that ... wait... uhm ... pause....

M'kay?

But sometimes they can be fun. below is a Message between me and one of my Caucasian friends. We bumped into each other after not seeing one another for about a year. We exchanged emails and promised to keep in touch. So far so good :)

----------------------- 9:57 pm -----------------------

This is Me: Sup

My Friend: shillin yo

My Friend: i'm mad high

This is Me: Cool

This is Me: I'm bout 2 be

My Friend: gotta shower & gonna watch napoleon dynamite

This is Me: Yeah!

My Friend: pass that yo

This is Me: Not home yet

My Friend: watching it cuz I cant get the opening song outta my brain

This is Me: What

My Friend: plus i'm high & I can fall asleep to it, or I can drink a beer with it

This is Me: OOOOO

This is Me: Yeah

My Friend: werd

This is Me: Ima watch that when I get home

My Friend: I just need to get off my lil white azz to go shower. This chair isn’t even comfy. i'm just to bout to get up

My Friend: how long till u get home

This is Me: 45 min

My Friend: eww

This is Me: In lees right now

This is Me: Maaaad ricans

This is Me: And hipsters

My Friend: what's lees? or who's lee?

My Friend: chineefoo restaurant?

---------------------- 10:04 pm ----------------------

My Friend: *hachoo*

This is Me: Lower east side

My Friend: o I c

My Friend: oh filines & tjmaxx had shit My Friend: *snaps ur bra strap*

This is Me: Further

This is Me: Houston

My Friend: *shrug*

This is Me: I still have the swimsuit from my blog

This is Me: And I got a guy that I'm gonna get 2 make me 2 pair

This is Me: So that's 3

My Friend: lemme see the blog pic?

This is Me: Fruit of the loom... customized

This is Me: Uhm.. Its in the fire island slide

My Friend: idunno even what ur blog addy is

This is Me: http://www.dexstarg.blogspot.com

This is Me: :-)

My Friend: so yah uhm...dexter.. I need to know what uve been doing at the gym to get ur body lookin like that....

---------------------- 10:13 pm ----------------------

My Friend: oh lawd..lll lookit all them sexy brown men!!!

---------------------- 10:39 pm ----------------------
This is Me: I go 1ce a week

This is Me: Work out chest and arms

This is Me: Triceps

This is Me: And pecs

My Friend: wait wait...

This is Me: Strategic weights

My Friend: u only go to the gym ONCE a week!??!?

This is Me: Yeah

My Friend: wet

This is Me: And have a protein shake

This is Me: 56g

This is Me: I'm from tx

My Friend: I go like 3 - 5 & i'm still skinnyass

This is Me: So I got an advantage

My Friend: yo u look FIIIIIIIINE let me tell u

This is Me: I'm SUPPOSED to be big

My Friend: yah I guess everything's bigger in TX

This is Me: I'm from farmers

My Friend: heh

My Friend: i'm from gypsies

My Friend: meh

This is Me: So u r good with knives

This is Me: And majic

This is Me: :-)

My Friend: & kidnapping

My Friend: damn dex I cant find my peach!!!

This is Me: It’s between your cheeks

My Friend: *gigglings*

My Friend: nah that's a hemorrhoid

This is Me: Geez

--dxg

West Indian Day Madness!

Oh my Gosh. The West Indian Day parade snuck up on me again. I guess with all the partying I did this summer, its only fair that my favorite event came in kind of quietly (for me) and luckily for me, it was held around the corner from my crib.

For those that don’t know, the West Indian Day Parade in BK is a direct off shoot of Carnival.
I like it because it’s so much like Mardi Gras, but different. Yet, the Same. For the people who live outside of NYC or just aren’t too familiar with the how we roll, this celebration is major. It’s an opportunity of the residents of Brooklyn (and NYC) to come together and celebrate all things Caribbean, all things Carnival, and all things joyous. Below are some of the pics I took on my way from my house, to the carnival, as well as 2 or 3 shots I took on my way to run a quick errand that morning.

FYI, my hood one of the hoods that everybody has to pass by when walking to the parade (they close down the streets to car traffic) so a lot of these pics are of people either going to or coming from the festivities. Oh yeah, I realize that alot of people who visit my blog do so from out of state. Some of you guys havent been to NYC and probably arent too familiar with any part of it that wasnt shownon either Seinfeld or Sex and the City. So..... Let Dexstarg be your eye. From now on, I'll try to shoot my slideshows for the "tourists".



That means, take a chance and click on some of the pics in the slide show. Some of the crowd shots are high resolution (really really big), so when you click on them, you can actually SEE the crowd, the streets, the clothes, the NYC of it.


Enjoy!

Lisa E introduces DexStarG to Desagod

I love Lisa. Not only is she my Friend and neighbor, but she's also from my hometown (3rd ward) and is str8 up bout it. we hung out this past saturday. I came over to scope out her new crib and to get foggy. Lisa doesnt participate in the fog because (you aint ready) she's an international opera singer and she has to save her voice (told you).



After taking an extended nap, we decided to take a walk in the city and you know what... it was fun. Lisa invited her homie (a 3rd Ward native, and now my homie of course,) Desiree to come along. D is bout it and I heart her soul.

oh yeah... don't she kinda look like a Sexy Raven Simone?

Tony's Party

Hey Guys, as promised, here are the pics from Tony O.'s big b-day bash. Nothing really to ad, just alot of eye candy. Enjoy!