American Memories just some glam blasts from the past....
Monday, February 11, 2013
American Vintage
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
CHRISTMAS MESSAGE FROM WWW.TUT.COM
THIS IS FROM A YEAR OR TWO BACK-- MAYBE THREE...BUT EACH YEAR THIS RETURNS FROM WWW.TUT.COM MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY MESSAGE-
"If it's not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this, and all seasons, is YOU. A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived. Until now, only celebrations cloaked in myth and mystery could hint at your divine heritage and sacred destiny. You are life's prayer of becoming and its answer. The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether, so that I might know my own depth, discover new heights, and revel in seas of blessed emotion. A pioneer into illusion, an adventurer into the unknown, and a lifter of veils. Courageous, heroic, and exalted by legions in the unseen. To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope, to love without limit; to reach, stretch, and dream, in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity - traits of the immortal - your badges of honor. May you wear them with a pride as great as the immeasurable pride we feel for you. Your light has illuminated darkened paths, your gaze has lifted broken spirits, and already your life has changed the course of history. This is the time of year we celebrate" |
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Holi-Daze
Am sooo tired. Been doing background work on TV shows lately. It bites being non- union, the remuneration is minimal and I rarely get 4 hours of sleep between jobs.
I do, however, meet all kinds of people from all walks of life-- quite interesting work, albeit not financially rewarding.
It is finally Christmas time, I'm in my usual Cusineart stae of chop, stir, and gyrate of holiday madness, but am getting through each day.
I do, however, meet all kinds of people from all walks of life-- quite interesting work, albeit not financially rewarding.
It is finally Christmas time, I'm in my usual Cusineart stae of chop, stir, and gyrate of holiday madness, but am getting through each day.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
hmmm....
update on my dull life---
just obsessed with philosopher Deleuze. Other than that feeling constrained and trapped in New Jersey; I cannot escape. Sketchpads are my crack....here is what I do...


We were forced to escape the cold for a few days. The power is back, thank God, But i am very worried about my mother's 95 year old aunt who is in the cold, and whose daughter will not move her to a warmer place. We have all offered. I cannot imagine keeping a frail 95 year old in the 20 degree weather and living with myself. Ugh... i will update in a bit...
just obsessed with philosopher Deleuze. Other than that feeling constrained and trapped in New Jersey; I cannot escape. Sketchpads are my crack....here is what I do...

We were forced to escape the cold for a few days. The power is back, thank God, But i am very worried about my mother's 95 year old aunt who is in the cold, and whose daughter will not move her to a warmer place. We have all offered. I cannot imagine keeping a frail 95 year old in the 20 degree weather and living with myself. Ugh... i will update in a bit...
Saturday, October 27, 2012
COMP CARDS
Arrrghhh...i need new comp cards, thus new photos. being a middle aged ( ok, old aged-- 49 years old now) is a strange, but profitable market. Here are my most current comp cards...but jeeze i need an up date..
I was able, though, to dig up some comp cards of models from the past... now these cards are interesting.

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Friday, October 26, 2012
Pink Stuff
Most people who know me know I love things that are pink. I have an entire facebook album devoted to "Things That Are Pink" soooo.....thought I'd share some "PINK" on the blog....
Monday, September 24, 2012
NYC'S Subway POETRY IN MOTION series
Saw this poem on the shuttle from grand central to times square today... loved it!! had to share it !
"Ragtime"
by Kevin Young
Like
hot food
I
love you
like
warm
bread
& cold
cuts,
butter
sammiches
or,
days later, after
Thanksgiving
when
I want
whatever’s
left
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