Here are some more photos from my trip:
July 5th, 2012
Here are some more photos from my trip:
July 5th, 2012
Talk about gracious strength. She embodies complete other worldly beauty while maintaining an iron will conviction for Burma’s democratic future.
I think she is one of the most remarkable women of our time. From her fearlessness of oppression and her years of house arrest, to consistently speaking out about the injustices done to the people of Burma.
Not to mention that she is 67 and absolutely gorgeous, strong and courageous. We need more women like her in the world.
July 4th, 2012
Carlyne is one of those stylists that defined an era. She was one of the biggest during the 80′s and early 90′s. She embodied an ease of over-abundance, color, fun, and in general, an innocence which you feel when you look at her images during this time.
Fortunately, for all of us, she has had a major resurgence and is credited for much of the imagery that we are seeing from the up and coming stylists.
For me she is a total inspiration. We met recently after working on a few shoots and it felt like I met a long lost cousin. The synergy is real. I think it is a start of a great relationship.
Below are some images that we worked on for Japanese Vogue and V magazines.
July 3rd, 2012
We had a small/large dance party that was also a charity for the Bird Refuge on 88th and Columbus Ave. I got to unwind and live it up on the dance floor like it was 1992. I still can bust a move.
Here are some cute pics
July 2nd, 2012
This is a perfect movie to watch cuddled up on the couch on a rainy day. It brought me back to a feeling of being in Maine as a kid. The colors and art direction are impeccable and each frame is perfectly manicured. It feels like it’s all been shot during sunset, so that the light is always soft and glows and adds a hint of amber to every frame.
When I spent my childhood summers in Maine, I remember being so excited to explore the countryside. I was lucky enough to experience living in both Brooklyn and Maine from 3-18 years old.
By the time I was 15 years old, I hated Maine. I resented leaving the bustle of NYC and completely didn’t appreciate the peace of mind in Maine. Instead, I wanted to be going to clubs, getting stoned and hanging out with my straight hip hop friends (while I was still in the closet….weird, right!!!???).
But as an adult I often think of those early summers in Maine and how amazing they were. I was always so excited to wake up and run outside the Water Tower my Dad made into a house and see the land we lived on.
Anyway, I just went down memory lane… Go see the movie.
July 1st, 2012
Ok… I suck at being a son!!
I forgot to do a Father’s Day post, but I did call him on the day, and that’s what really counts.
Now to describe my Dad… It’s difficult because he is incredibly complicated and, what some might say, full of contradictions. But for those who know him, he is just an original.
His parents were Rose and Antoun Bittar, both Syrian descendants. I mention this because I think being Arabic is already saying a mouthful.
My Dad is one of the most unusual people I know. He is a complete individual and a total non conformist.
He gave me the book of Mao for my graduation present from 6th grade. He built a house out of a water tower that he paid $600 dollars for. When I was 5 years old, he would take my brother and me to the Metropolitan Opera at least 3 times a week, while we waited for my Mother to get out of NYU Graduate School. Till this day, he works 7 days a week. He paints, sculpts, creates and builds. He ran the computer department at CUNY and taught for 30 years.
He struggled…. hard, with me being gay.
When I was younger I completely did not understand him. I thought he was very stern and tough. He would make us work, HARD; during the summers it would be five days a week and he made me read a book a week. On the other hand, he would take a guitar down to the water where we lived in Brooklyn and play Moon River to me after school.
He has always had a passion to live life to the fullest, without fear. I recently asked him where he wanted to go on vacation and he said Damascus, Syria. My response to him was, “Now? In a civil war?!!” His answer was, “Of course.”.
To me, he has been an amazing example of perseverance and strength. He knew my Mother would be handicapped from Arthritis, so he pushed her to further her career- from a Doctorate in American History to Computer Sciences, so that she would still be able to exercise her mental abilities through computers despite being physically handicapped. He has shown me the strength of what a partnership in marriage means.
He has had numerous struggles which, in his own time, he pushes on through.
He now owns a restaurant in Maine. Its mission is not to make any money but instead act as a social outlet for him, my Mom and the residents of Maine. He gets upset if he turns a profit. At first the town barred him from getting a restaurant license because they thought “he would bring the wrong element to town”. They were scared of his city ways and didn’t know what to make of him. In some ways I’m sure they didn’t know what they were getting into.
He is currently writing plays that are performed in Maine by the locals, most recently a story of a Muslim woman and a Hasidic woman changing places. When he told me about this play I said, “Are you kidding? They don’t even know what a Hasidic Jew is!” to which he just laughed and continued to move forward with it. You got to love him!!
We have grown to love each other very much. He has gotten a little more comfortable with me being gay, even if it did take almost 25 years, but hey, who’s counting?!
Seriously, I love him very much and he has become a dear friend who I rely on quite a bit and talk to every other day, as well as an amazing role model.
So, happy belated (publicly) Father’s day, dad!