I Luv Black People

I really do. Big surprise, huh? *grin*

Hey, have you ever ben so excited about something, that you write it down on all your calendars, save the date in all your electronic formats, tell all your friends about it, pick out an outfit and then when the day comes, it completely slips your mind?

Well that was me and the Dance Africa Festival
at the Brookly Acadamy of Music. Luckily for me my friends Lisa and Desa reminded me about it. In no time, I grabbed my Camera and hit them mean streets.




These pics are how I see my world. These pics are how I see YOU. (click on the pics to see them full sized)





Oh yeah, it was hotter than than a Tamale made in a Kmart Parking lot and i was sweating like an old negro slave so u had BEST appreciate my effort and willingness to lose all my cool to give you these, so drop a comment and let a brotha know what u think :)


FYI: a brotha be short on time so I rarely retouch my pics. Mostly just crop and tag them. I say that cause people always want to know how i get my pics to look the way they do. Im hot, and blessed with a a lil talent. All Praises be to God.

DJs be doin it!

Yo! Im walkin down the street in Ft. Green BK, when I bump into my girl Lea. She tells me about this event she was doing called "Remix Hotel NYC.

Im short on time so all I can say about it was, DJ's, Dancers, Music, and of course.... FUN!

Enjoy!

You gotta Love 40/40 & King

Ok, My Homegirl, Brande is being kind enough to allow me to use her PC to update my blog.

Say "Thank You" :)

Yo, So I went tothis party at 4040 This past Tuesday. The T3 Agency & King Magazinethrew a party for Datwon Thomas.

Here are some of the pics.

So who is this that has my Homegirl Tomica cracking up? I would give you a clue, but it would be kind of anticlimatic. Its Darrra! No, Not Dora...., But Darra!

Ok, Funny thing... I know this chick. & she's COOL.

This is Me: "Hey LikeDat."

Like Dat: "Dexter, Right?! I aint seen you in a long time. How u been?"

THis is Me: "eh.who.what?"

Like Dat: *sensing my confusion* "Remember we was hangin together with [name redacted cause we dont hang no more and this is my blog and they lucky i dont take they pics offa here] on 7th Ave South?"

This is Me:" Uhm.... " *Awkward silence* "Yeah, he was tellin me we hung out whith you when we was watchin you on VH1, but you know my memory is kind of foggy."*wink*

LikeDat: *Big grin* "Dexter, you stupid." *giggle*

Now this is the point when most bloggers would get shady and make alot of jokes at her expense designed to entertiain their readers. I'll Leave that to Ninja. :)

Darra, is cool . Oh yeah, Kwame was there, and i bonded with DWoods. Quit playin!

You gotta Love Pastry

Around 12 noon, Monday, I get an email from one of the publicists that I work with. The message said something about some party the next night that I should be covering. I'm like "Tuesday events = Industry party = wire services+ Magazines = $"

Already, the math is looking good.

Fast forward to: the night of.

I make it to the venue, and as usual, before I spot someone I need to talk to, someone who needs pics, spots me.

Publicist #1: "Dex! Over here!" He points me to a spot under the canopy covering the red carpet. And then he's gone. My kinda boss. :)

Now I can set up ad shoot these fools. Below are the pics I didn't sell.

Before we get to the Party itself, I have to give a special shout out to a great and visually inspired entertainer. Cognac Jack- Um I mean.. Remy Ma.

I likes this broad. I'm always caught off guard when I see see her perform. Not just because Ive never seen her name on a flier, or heard the crowd buzzin wit her name [Sidebar: Usually, after 3 or for acts,the MC announces something like "and now coming to the stage, Remy Ma. Yes, Surprise Bitches! Shes Conceited with a reason and she's gonna tell you allllllll about it!"], but because ole girl is ALWAYS the best act of the night. She's a performer.

But the one thing I like so much about the poet, is that she's exactly the kind of female rapper i can get into. Yeah, visually, she's a hurricane where most chicks strive to be a summers breeze, but dammit, she's a rapper, not a librarian. Besides, underneath all the pastel street gear, and braggadocios bravado is just a little black girl from the Brewser Projects of Detroit Michigan... wait.. thats Miss Ross.

I mean-- Underneath it all is just a little black girl form [insert random ghetto/projects here] of the Boggie Down Bronx, who smoked a lot of herb, hung out with the Latins, and took a pen to paper to chronicle the sights and sounds of her existance.

U Gotta Love Remy.

*Special note from Ninjagirrl*

Business first: Dex asked me to publish this blog for him because his brand new laptop developed the shakes after playing Amy Winehouse's cd. The laptop is now in rehab and is said to be on its way to recovery. Don't worry folks, Dex is still going to be photogging and blogging his arse off.

On to a little Ninja fuggery: I must say I am loving the Remy pics also. Dex's skills get better and better. And unlike Dex, I have never seen Remy Ma in concert, but I have no doubt she beasts the stage. She has a presence for real, I mean her bang alone weighs a ton! Remy would be a great Rick James in what I am sure will be a BET produced BlackBuster (lol) flick "Rick James:Cocaine is a Helluva drug". I don't know about you all, but I for one want to see her tie some chick up in the basement and force her to smoke drugs while singing Fire & Desire. I'll bet that Remy could get an Image Award for that performance. (hell I got one for my mean typing game) Anywhoo.....keep on coming back to the blog for updates and HAWT pics from Dex and perhaps he'll let me drop a word or two sometimes.

*wondering if I got a whorange colored Remy Bang on the Love Below would I be wrong?* YUP!


Peace,

Ninja

PAstry Party

Yo! SO Tuesday I went to this party. It was a typical NYC industry joint. There Were Models, TV Celebs, and even a few Rappers. I'm gonna give you a full recap in a sec, But for now, her are a few quick flicks.


Oh Yeah! Guess who stopped by? Fresh to def and in full Sorbet-y Effect?



quit playin.

I got Z'wined

I was walkin down the street when I bumped into my homegirl Alisha. In true BK fashion, we greeted, updated, and encouraged each other without breaking a step and in the span of less than 10 seconds. But leave it to Alisha to ad a little spice to my life. She notified me of an upcoming gathering at our homegirl was having? Of course I said "yes" (It's Alisha. Resistance is futile) and committed myself to adding the event to my calendar as soon as I got the info/ text message.

True to form.... that same evening (I Heart promptness).. The email:

Hey everybody my homegirl is throwing a wine tasting in Brooklyn.
Lisa's gonna sing
I'm gonna show some artwork
Dj
Come and see...

Sounds fun so far....

Salut, Mon bel esprit:

Thank you all for supporting me as I delve deeper into the fabulous
world of wine. I'm on a mission to bring wine down to earth. First
stop, Brooklyn! I've joined forces with the crème de le crème of BK to
bring you a Tour de France Wine Tasting "To Music" – the new
installment of "3rd Sunday Communion" (woulda been last week but,
hell, you remember that rain). If you missed our last soiree in the
snow, you now have a chance to redeem your cool factor. The weather
should FINALLY be warm and the terraces plentiful. Put on your flyest
skins and hold on to your glasses because you're about to be Z'wined.

Cheers!
------------------------------
Wine, Music and Art...
What more could you need?

me? uhm... Boyz.. Fogg?

Just Kidding!... sorta....


IIght.. So it's a wine and cheese tasting. Already, my "inna-nigga" was revolting. He started yelling all kinds of shyt like "Wine? - M/F U don’t know shyt bout no wiiiine. Only m/f Wine you know is Bartles & James. They gon have some Yak up in dat bitch?.. "

Yeah.. I had to cut hi off before he got to the cheese....

Fast forward. I got to the spot, the music is good ( The DJ was real) and best of all, I got to see my Texas Crew.

The Highlights of my evening: Getting to see a different side to my Homegirl Zwann. Since the day I met Zwann, she has been a true Yellow Rose of Texas. Always smiling. Always upbeat. Always read to share some knowledge. During the wine tasting, she hosted, and shared her EXTENSIVE knowledge of wine. What I dug so much about it was, that as much as she was informing the crowd, I could tell that it was only the tip of the iceberg of her knowledge of both international and a wide variety of domestic wines.

BTW: Zwann is off the hook, not only was the party incredibly entertaining, but she kept it real by surprising the crew with some “Yak” (Cognac –but it was fancy – Not no Hen-Dogg) and skrawburries…. J

Quit PLAYIN. Enjoy the pics!

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.