Thursday, June 29, 2017


That morning as he left his apartment for the first time in weeks a hunger was in him that he couldn't place. He had breakfast two eggs and some fixings, and a cup of coffee. Yet it wasn't that type hunger, that he could tell.
He was headed to the downtown district of his city with the hope an opportunity would open up for him. Downtown he had some connections and networks that he needed to tap and sniff out job. Moving from office to office there were so many amazing smells that were tempting him to come to their store.
He had his portfolio with him stacked with unrevamped resumes since being let go. He figured all the relevant information was there to help him find his next job, but in a way he was yearning for something different. One meeting he had scheduled was with a steak house owner hoping he might be able to help develop marketing campaigns or do some accounting. As they spoke over finely made Old fashions he was feeling a bit like the guy was selling him a dream to come when the only work that was available was washing dishes. 
Upon leaving the steakhouse feeling a nice buzz he latched onto that feeling of hunger that was still with him. The day seemed to be a bust as he continued wandering the streets of downtown with nothing to show for it. He then caught a whiff of something that sparked his inner being. He began tracking the source of this delightful smell. 
He continued till he passed all the buildings on the block reaching the artisan plaza where the scent grew stronger as well as the watering of his mouth. Then as a group of people parted ways in front of him he saw something that made his heart warm with nostalgia walking up on a food service truck who's speciality was gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches. 
This was a smell that as a kid would draw him from his bedroom upstairs rushing to the table as his mom would serve grilled cheese sandwiches on occasion as a cherished snack with homework, after weekend chores, or on trying days like today.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

MOD MAN #4 Origins

It wasn’t always exotic trips, beautiful models, and glamorous parties. Before the fortune and fame came a long line of opportunities and based on how these cards were played gave the result you see today. Yet there was one pivotal moment that could have given the whole story a different tilt. Some years back when he, Malcolm Fitzgerald was just a name on a roster for a youth baseball team with dreams of making it to the league was all he had dreamed of. He was scouted straight out of High School. There was talk be it reckless and unjustified or completely justified the talk was that this kid was to be the next Ken Griffey Jr. with a rocket arm and a bat full of t-n-t this kid was bound for the league. 

Eventually graduating High School he headed to Texas from California to attend school and play baseball. Texas wasn’t the only school to give him a full ride to play baseball, as his talents were well known yet hopes of having him on their roster with an already strong core of players definitely made the possibilities for a winning season even more possible. Working through all paperwork and preparations to become a Longhorn had him up for the move. Traveling with his parents helped him to settle in. Immediately he was in love with the campus and the campus was in love with him, as people were gravitating to him like he was already a “big man” on campus. 

After a stellar year of playing centerfield for The Longhorns the talk of going to the league rose a notch making the signing for the draft a major decision for the young Malcolm. Ultimately he decided to stay another year in hopes of taking The Longhorns to the College World Series and winning a National Championship. They had only missed by a few close games and as his status continued to grow. 

As a student his studies ventured into the creative arts. He had always been creative as a kid yet his athletic talents always over shadowed his creative side. Sometimes he was taking a hit academically as he’d spend more time on the field than his studies. In his heart and mind his path was as an athlete. 

As another year passed at Texas and still no National Championship the decision to enter the draft loomed large. This time around he took it singing up for the draft hoping it was the right decision. The excitement was palpable from teammates, coaches, to students, and teachers they were all happy for him and for having gotten to know him, the kid whom might someday become a household name for playing the game he loved. 

All along the way and even up to this point he had been developing a relationship with a girl named Candace. She wasn’t a groupie, actually far from it as she was an art major and was in his Photography class and got to see his a keen eye for the process. They became close friends leading up to his decision to enter the draft. Again, she just wasn’t some girl he’d call up asking for a booty call. Although there were times they filled a void for each other in the course of their complex relationship. 

Candace was from Texas a red headed green-eyed girl with a dash of freckles on her face. Malcolm had shared with her first the news that he’d forgo his next few years of college to go play baseball. Their time together had created a bond between the two that had made his choice to leave a difficult one. The unexpected or expected consequences was that they both knew the day would eventually come, but the abruptness made it that much more difficult. She did try to talk him into reconsidering, but Malcolm was nowhere near hearing that kind of talk. At which point Candace questioned where they stood were they friends or was it more to which Malcolm sided with her realizing that it had become something more than a friendship.

The resolving factor was Malcolm explaining to Candace that if she wanted to see him happy she’d see this was the right move. Candace after much thought and reasoning found it to be the right choice, as his life would completely change and her role in. She hated to see him abandon all the work and progress he had developed as an artist and photographer so she made Malcolm agree to finding ways to continue his artistic studies and take a camera wherever he could to keep his photographic eye sharp. Malcolm agreed and within days of sharing the news to the world in a news conference that he’d be heading to the draft he found out he was drafted by to L.A. Dodgers and heading back home to play ball.    

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Monday, June 26, 2017


He are some stills shots taken from our interview with Daniel Beebe as well as links to his work & on Instagram @dtwobees   ...GO!!!

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Saturday, June 24, 2017


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Two friends in their early 20s (Hill and Teller) living in Miami Beach during the Iraq War exploit a little-known government initiative that allows small businesses to bid on U.S. Military contracts. Starting small, they begin raking in big money and are living the high life. But the pair gets in over their heads when they land a 300 million dollar deal to arm the Afghan Military - a deal that puts them in business with some very shady people, not the least of which turns out to be the U.S. Government. Based on true events. Written by Warner Bros (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

So upon seeing the trailer for WAR DOGS I felt this was a film that at some point I needed to watch. Upon viewing this film it was good. From the stories execution, cast performances, and the dramatic true to life ending it was a true roller coaster ride. I enjoyed it. So for WAR DOGS I give it 4 stars.

Thursday, June 22, 2017


He awoke from a deep sleep. It had been the best sleep he had had in a few weeks and was feeling decidedly rested. Looking at the blank ceiling above him reality was sinking in on him that he had spent enough time wallowing in the depression thick like mud that was all around him. Windows had their curtains drawn tight, he hadn't shaven or kept up hyginically in weeks. His apartment had become a pigsty as well as his mind with thoughts of impending doom. 
As he lie there he knew things couldn't keep going this way. He recalled his vow to change and the ceremonial gesture that took him to a random church's altar to say a word. To have gone through all that and end up in a worse place seemed cold, dare he say un-Godly.
He worked through all the reasons why he shouldn't get out of bed realizing again that if anything was going to really change he knew he had to be diligent whether at the moment he felt it or not. He moved from his prone position to sitting at the edge of his bed arms slumped over his knees. Then with a mighty sigh he began to do the things that he should have been doing all along.
He hopped into the shower and shaved. He tidied up his atrocious apartment and drew the curtains letting in the sunlight. He closed his eyes and his body winced as if he was part vampire and the sunlight would destroy him. Soon he became acclimated again to the natural light and was even a little energized by it. He had put on some music to aid him in the process and it all seemed to be working. 
He stood at his living room window taking in the view as he had returned his living quarters to something that resembled a healthy some may even say sophisticated set up. Yet as he stood there somewhat pleased with himself his mind wouldn't let him realize he was getting things back on track.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

MOD MAN #3 Ms. Auguello

He sat slowly sipping a cup of steaming hot coffee at the patio seating of his favorite coffee house clearing his mind. He was meeting a perspective client in an hour, his nerves a little on edge, which was a good thing keeping him on his A-game. The thoughts running in his head ranged from the numbers, facts, and clients they as a studio had been able to attract. There was also the number of campaigns they had put together. In another part of his mind was the constant battle to keep at bay the fears, doubts, and securities he had about my life and life choices.

The caffeine in the coffee hadn’t yet hit him yet, as from where he was sitting He watched two young women of Asian decent walk up to the coffee house patio. Now, in even another part of his mind, the game was on. The game was to figure out the nationality of the two Asian women that walked up, maybe a bit racist, but it was his own personal fetish and he couldn’t help it. He discreetly watched them settle in placing their essentials they were carrying on the table. They were both carrying iphones with black cases. One had a Burberry purse she opened, and he could see she had an old school disposable camera inside.

He took another drink of the still hot coffee. The client he was to meet was looking to reinvent their company, once a global youthful brand. Over the years, their sales and audiences took a down turn. They were asked to come on and reenergize and re-develop the lagging brand.

Korean, he thought in his head, as the phone of one of the girls went off, catching his attention. They were now set up with a Mac laptop to the WIFI and were fervently working and messaging on their phones. One was dressed in a navy floral patterned summer dress with a brown leather braided belt cinched at her waist, embellished sandals, and black-rimmed coke bottle cap spectacles. The other seated with her legs crossed, wore a pair of jeans shorts, a tribal print top that formed to her torso, as she looked into a purple Land’s End tote bag. Both girls had their raven colored hair tied up in pigtails. He couldn’t make up his mind on where they were from, watching the one in jean shorts, examining her unpainted toes, and looking up from her phone just for that moment.

He was just about finished with his coffee feeling good about the upcoming client meeting. Securing this account would be monumental, and it would also make them a global production company, more than just a production studio. Some tried to degrade their success by calling them “Kidults”. They embraced that and really thought growing up was a trap and they, he, wanted no part of the “old way” of thinking.

He sipped his coffee down to just about the last drop, intent in savoring the moments before he turned on the charm and power of persuasion. He laughed as his mind was now saying “Chinese”, as he overheard the two girls talking. He couldn’t be sure they were speaking Chinese, but it was another un-informed guess. The cute red headed barista called out, “Ruth”, and the Asian girl in the navy dress went up to the counter and grabbed a drink and a pastry, bringing it back to the table. The two girls split the sweet delicacy.

The caffeine rush was now hitting him, and he was unconsciously tapping his foot in a nervous pattern. Now was the time to walk back to the studio and burn off some of the buzz and do the final prep for the client meeting. He took the last drink of his coffee got up from the table, and began to walk the three lovely blocks back to the studio, which was a matter of a few minutes away. He was dressed in a light green YSL cashmere knit sweater, Diesel jeans, black Diesel invasion sneakers, and his special gold Rolex on his left wrist. He shielded his eyes with a pair of classic Ray Bans, going back on his previous decision of thinking the two girls were Chinese, thinking now that they were Japanese.

He began walking at a faster pace; the excitement of pitching his studio’s capabilities gave him a bit of a hard on. He checked just to make sure he wasn’t pitching a noticeable tent on State Street. When out of the crowd of people ahead of him came a vision of beauty walking toward him. He, to this day, he doesn’t know what drew his attention, be it the color contrast of her dress against her terracotta color skin, or the way she glided in and out of the crowd. She walked, coming ever closer to him closer. He was sure their eyes met behind shaded lenses, as her head turned with a little hitch bouncing her blonde locks into the calm breeze kicking up. The closer she got, the more details he picked up from her. She wore a canary yellow silk Chloe dress, light blue suede Giuseppe Z heels, and carried a white Hermes vintage leather tote. She had easily walked into his line of sight, and the closer she got, she walked into his heart. He thought about stopping her and complementing her on her gorgeous dress. Yet, if they actually started a conversation, he knew his focus would be lost for the meeting he was so wrapped up in. He felt like the Universe was working in his favor, synchronicity to the max, but this wouldn't be the cherry on top.

She kept walking down the sidewalk toward him. It was inevitable they’d cross paths at this point, but then he got a message on his phone. Grabbing his iphone from his jean pocket he saw that the message was his assistant Nicole, informing him the client had arrived at the studio. Time he guesses wasn’t on his side in this encounter. She was less than half a block ahead of him. She moved with power and grace looking like a Jake Davis Test shot. She was now in front of him. He tipped down his Ray Bans, showing his eyes looking directly at her as she walked by, mouthing the words DAAAMMN! She saw him, he was sure, but she kept walking. He turned and watched her walk off admiring the switch in her walk; it was everything he expected it to be.

He pulled his thoughts together, walking into the studio greeted by Nicole holding the portfolio he had set up for the client. He began walking to the conference room and Nicole informed him the client had stepped out to take a call. He was more than ready, and with time now on his side, he sat at the conference table briefly looking over his notes in the portfolio like the waning moments before a final exam. Nicole came back into the room followed by a middle-aged man in a grey suit and then with another man maybe a bit younger, in a navy pinstriped suit. He wondered who these two men were, since he was expecting a middle aged woman with a Hillary Clinton pant suit or some kind of dress to make her look younger. He shook the hands of the two men introducing himself and finally asking, “So where is Mrs. Arguello?” The man in the pinstriped suit, who introduced himself as a lawyer, corrected him by saying, “You mean Ms. Arguello” He looked at Nicole and then at the portfolio in front of him. Everything they had was Mrs. Arguello; did they make a mistake right off the bat?

So he went with it. “So where is Ms. Arguello?” The man in the grey suit who introduced himself as an accountant, chimed in, “She should be back shortly. She went for a cup of coffee.” Both men explained that Ms. Arguello is a fan of the coffee house down the street and that where they were from, they had to import, it and seeing it as a real brick and mortar shop, she couldn’t resist. He told the men he loved the place as well and that he was just there, a funny thing. He looked the two men over sizing them up a little, the only mishap thus far the Mrs. or Ms. Arguello, which got him really thinking about who this lady was. Then she walked in a cup of coffee to go and a pouch of coffee beans in her hand. It was the woman he admired on his way here. He was stunned. With his jaw slack, he managed to stand, as she put the pouch of beans on the table. “Sorry I’m late,” she said. He reached out to shake her elegant hand. She winked at him and mouthed the words DAAAMMN! They then sat down, and she sat directly in front of him without breaking eye contact, synchronicity was on time.  

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Saturday, June 17, 2017


In 1987, five young men, using brutally honest rhymes and hardcore beats, put their frustration and anger about life in the most dangerous place in America into the most powerful weapon they had: their music. Taking us back to where it all began, Straight Outta Compton tells the true story of how these cultural rebels-armed only with their lyrics, swagger, bravado and raw talent-stood up to the authorities that meant to keep them down and formed the world's most dangerous group, N.W.A. And as they spoke the truth that no one had before and exposed life in the hood, their voice ignited a social revolution that is still reverberating today. Written by Universal Pictures (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

So I know I’m a little late to the party, but I can say now that I have finally seen STRAIGHT OUTTA OF COMPTON. Having grown up through the events in the movie my perspective helped by this film fill in some of the gaps of what I knew about this group. I think also it helped explain things that as a fan you are not previe to as well as create a big picture to how influential they were. I felt casting and actor’s portrayals were solid and as a whole I felt the production did justice to a story I know many people had been waiting for. So for STRAIGHT OUTTA OF COMPTON I give it 4 stars of 5.

Friday, June 16, 2017


Things were bleek and for the moment there were no real answers. Of course he figured he'd rebound and find another job, but at his current salty stage there would be no job searches or revisions to his resume.
He was still having flashes of anger and dispair sapping any motivating thoughts of getting back out there. He did have a little money in his savings so the urgency was real, but not enough to russell him from his dark place and moment. 
His current dark place outside of his mind was his apartment. He had been held up in there alone for just about a week and a half. Curtains drawn blocking out any ounce of sunlight. Staying up late and waking around noon caught up in the void of losing his job. He was more or less feeling like he was losing at life just when things seemed to be going so well. 
With seven plus days of facial hair growth he looked like a completely different person. In a way his confidence was shaken and his outlook on life had him confused to his core. He sat at the center of his couch mindlessly watching tv and drinking off a fifth of Jim Bean when at the top of the hour a new show was beginning that dealt with chefs cooking their favorite dishes and a few other hot points that peeked his interest admits the fog of his dip into depression. 
He had found enjoyment in cooking at one time finding a peace like none other. Yet the realness of life kept him from doing anything more than doing dishes for holidays and special occasions. He remembered once how he secretly dreamed of being a chef and running his own restaurant. That dream soon gave way to applying for a highly competitive, high paying, high stress job that had sucked 4 years out of his life leaving him the lifeless being that sat on his couch as the t.v. show began making him think about things he hadn't for some time.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

MOD MAN #2 Candace

There she was looking at him. As he got dressed she was looking at him with that look.  He’d count himself one of the good guys, but sometimes being a good guy could go out the window in moments like this.  He knew what she wanted though. She crawled to the middle of the bed lying on her stomach, her curvy ass covered by a section of the bed sheet. Her perfect breasts resting just behind her crossed forearms as she propped herself up with her elbows. The sunlight crept through the partially drawn blinds and sparkled in her red hair and green eyes. She was looking absolutely stunning at that moment.

He picked up his gold Rolex from the top of her dresser. This watch was a gift to himself for reaching a major milestone of reaching his first hundred thousand dollars, as a studio. He still knew what she wanted as he strapped on his watch and tried to be nonchalant about the situation, but she broke the silence. She asked, “Do you want to have breakfast together? I can get dressed and whip something up for you” He didn’t want to say “No”, but he knew if he said “Yes” they’d end up back in bed later and they’d be doing this whole dance all over again and it would be just torturing both of them.

He walked up to her, knelt down, and brushed the hair from her eyes. She smiled closing her eyes. He kissed her and said, “Candace you know I got to go. We talked about this last night, don’t make me feel bad know I’d rather stay”. He was ready to leave at that point. He winked at her and continued,  “I really had a great time”. She smiled blushing a little and replied, “I did, too” playing with her hair. They held each other’s gaze for a beat and he asked, “You’ll walk me out?” Without hesitation she jumped up from the bed taking his arm, walked down to the living room and finally the front door. She pressed her tight naked body against his and snuggled in, breathing in his cologne that lingered in his clothes. They kissed one last passionate kiss at the front door. He opened the door to go. His light travel bag and camera bag with him the rest of his gear in the rental car outside. She touched him on his chest and he left.

He honestly could have stayed, but it was the right thing to do, so he had time to kill before his flight. He stopped at a nice diner on the way to the airport and had breakfast. He sat down and while he waited for a waitress, he setup his MacBook and checked messages and his itinerary for the next couple of days. His waitress finally walked up to his table with a walk like a runway model, but without all the glamour. He ordered his regular weekly breakfast, a breakfast burrito, raisin bran, yogurt, and coffee. She wrote it up and took his menu with proficiency and smiled.

His flight was to Mexico. He’d be meeting up with the rest of his staff for a swimsuit photo shoot for a popular men’s magazine. The featured model was a statuesque blond with Icelandic features. She was said to be a joy to shoot with, but he’d be the judge of that as this would be the first time working with her.

After the shoot everyone was invited to a yacht party, which for him would be the highlight of this trip, as he heard Leona Lewis would be in attendance. He had met her in Paris during an assignment during fashion week six months earlier. He, felt there was a bit of a connection so it would be good to start something up again if it was really there. Sometimes he’d think to himself about the perks of this career and lifestyle and realized that even if Leona wasn’t there he was sure he wouldn’t be alone that night after the party. It’s just the way it was.

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Saturday, June 10, 2017


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Carl Casper is an acclaimed chef with a family life that seems as decaying as his artistic freedom. Those frustrations boil over into a raucous viral-videoed public confrontation against a restaurant critic who panned his cooking of food that his boss ordered him to make against his instincts. Now with his career ruined, Carl's ex-wife offers an unorthodox solution in Miami: refit an old food truck to offer quality cooking on his own terms. Now with his young son, Percy, and old colleague, Martin, helping, Carl takes a working trip across America with that truck to rediscover his gastronomic passion. With Percy's tech savvy and Martin's enthusiasm, Carl finds that he is creating a traveling sensation on the way home. In doing so, Carl discovers he is serving up more than simply food, but also a deeper connection with his life and his family that is truly delicious in its own way. Written by Kenneth Chisholm ( (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

This was one of those films recommended by a friend that you plan to see because you vided with another film they recommended. So upon viewing CHEF I began to see why his taste is similar to mine as I enjoy films that show characters that truly develop throughout the storyline. These types of films are most true to me as I endeavor to be someone who develops myself through the storyline of my life. I also am seeing CHEF as a very real to life blueprint for someone looking to embark on a similar journey. So for CHEF I give it 4 stars.

Thursday, June 8, 2017


The work day was seemingly blowing by. Yet in all the constant movement he felt something ominous lurking about. He had sent all his current work files in for review, managed to have lunch without spilling coffee on himself and had even successfully avoided Derek in the hallway and his rants about why this was such a terrible place to work.
Nearing the end of the day the assistant to the boss came to his cubicle to notify him he was summoned to the boss's office. Looking over at his closest colleague, which had a troubled expression on her face he got up from his chair. This made him worry. Then he saw another colleague in the hall give him a similar look. This cued him something was up. Stopping at the water cooler his now parched mouth needed to be refreshed. 
Upon reaching the boss's office he was asked to close the door behind him and have a seat. His heart dropped. He needed this job. He had no prospects on the back burner and an out of date resume that needed work fearing this whole to do was lead up to him being let go. 
His intuition was right watching the words coming out of his boss's mouth made the whole thing very real. Telling him his project numbers were too low and the competitive landscape of his job made him expendable. That is when he recognized the look he was getting from everyone. It was the look he gave his ex colleague when he was let go a few weeks earlier. He thought to himself how things had come full circle. 
Leaving the boss's office he headed back to his cubicle and there were feelings of rage bubbling up, as his shoulders and hands were getting tense. He needed this job and now it was gone. He gathered a few things at his cubicle that he couldn't leave without that day wondering where he'd go from here.
Heading out of the office feeling a welling up of strong emotion, frustration and anger it grew till it hit the brim and he shead a tear then another then another. He was in tears by the time he reached the outside world uncertain of his future.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

MOD MAN #1 Harumi

The magical moment came and went. The moment this time was for Maria Patterson and her Couture Hair designs. He had realized over the years that with as much work and planning that went into these shows, there was only a fleeting space of time where all eyes are on the showcasing of the work. That was the lifestyle he had carved out for myself and it was now an everyday reality.

The art space was packed to the walls with people and overflowed to the outside of the gallery where the reception was to be taking place. Amber glowing lights hung from the tree branches setting the mood as the dj’s selection of jazzy lo-fi instrumentals were the soundtrack to the interplay of well dressed guests, artists, and socialites sipping off flutes of champagne. 

He had become a fixture at these events, as it was his gallery backing Maria’s latest creative endeavor. He had also been on the hunt searching out artists, designers, and photographers, convincing them that to do a show with him would be in their best interest. This was the inevitable next level for him, as it kept him young at heart, mind and everything he did relevant, as he was the man to know.

He was a bit dressed down for this event wearing a fresh pair of Japanese denim jeans, a vintage white v-neck a black Marc Jacobs motorcycle jacket, a Brietling Navitimer Cosmonaute watch on his wrist and a pair galaxy Kobe 4s on his feet. He was excited for the whole event and everything seemed to be going great. He moved through the crowd looking to catch up with some familiar characters and find Maria and her girls for their post show drink, and that is when he saw her.

She was the only one not moving, not talking to anyone, or fucking with her phone, as she stood off by herself against a gallery wall. She wore a royal blue dress that came down to the flirty middle of her thighs, a matching red leather jacket and purse. Her hair was in a loose bun on the top of her head with poppy red suede open toed heels. As he watched she just continued to stand there. He began thinking at any moment she’d be accompanied by her boyfriend or at least a few people she came with, but no one showed up. He was amazed at how someone dressed so vibrant could be so alone.

He found Maria and her girls posted up at one of the plush leather seating areas. He gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek, He was really proud of her and seemed to always be impressed with her energy and creative passion. It was always a joy working with her. He surveyed the lovely ladies with her and most He knew and greeted with a hug and kiss on the cheek. Those he hadn’t met, he introduced himself and kissed their hand.

The party began to pickup as a wave of late arrivals came through. At that point, he grabbed a champagne flute off the tray as a waiter walked by. Moving to another level of the gallery where he could see the entire reception below his phone rang. Seeing whom it was he debated not to answer, but in the split second he clicked it on, “Hello?” It was Kimberly and Okoye calling for directions to the gallery. Not being able to hear clearly where they were or where they were coming from, he made his way to a nearby exit that would lead him to the quiet he needed to get them the information. 

As he hung up with them walking back to the exit reaching, for the door handle the door opened. It was the girl he saw earlier standing by herself. Pleasantly surprised, he stumbled on what to say to break the ice. He held the door open letting her walk out. “Leaving already?” He asked. She looked at him half smiling. He then told her how much he loved what she was wearing. I must have sounded like a write from a fashion blog, as he had become accustomed to knowing the details; it was part of his work. Still she just gave him a half smile. He introduced himself and stretched out his hand to shake hers and get her name. When she finally spoke in a soft broken English pattern, she told him her name was Harumi from Japan smiling as she said it. From that moment it was like the spotlight went on in his head, and she was the main attraction. Anyone who knew him knew he was into all things Japanese be it the culture, fashion, food, or women. 

They quickly began to find a way to converse, as he helped her finish sentences in English. She went on to explain how she had gotten here and what she thought about the show. They then sat at a bench; he had run back inside for a bottle of champagne to enhance the mood. Back at the bench, she began asking questions about himself, who he was, what he did, but all he wanted was to hear her talk watching her pink pouty lips contort as she searched for the words in English. They went back and forth talking for what seemed like hours.

The party was still going, as it should.  He had learned a little Japanese, but not enough to conversate with a born speaker, but he gave it a go. The champagne had done its work. They were both feeling a little tipsy and not wanting the conversation to end he asked if she wanted to see his place. She was willing and obliged him. They moved to his car, a pearl white Lexus parked out front and drove up the hill to his place. She was amazed at the layout saying it in Japanese and searching for the words in English. She was so fine, long lashes and big brown eyes that put you in a trance. Once inside he gave her the tour of the place. 

He then fixed them both another drink and moved out to the deck looking out at the city lights below. She kicked off her poppy red heels freeing her exquisite toes and feet, another weakness of his. He moved closer and picked up one of her shoes. They were Jimmy Choo’s. She indeed had great taste.  He asked her what she thought of America, setting his drink down and taking her left foot and then her right and put them across his lap and began massaging the soles of her feet. She told him America is like the place where anything can happen. If you will it enough it will come true, but she went on to say that if you miss your moment, you might not live long enough for it to come around again. He was so in tune to what she was saying that he found himself gripping and caressing her thighs and then sliding his hand up under her dress ever so slightly, gradually moving further up her legs. She watched him with anticipation not saying a word. She parted her pouty lips as if she was preparing to say something, looking him intently in the eyes. She spread her knees apart. He could see she was as natural as they get and very ready. He paused for a second knowing she was looking forward to what more he would share with her. Casting an eclipse like shadow on her face, as he moved over her. He watched her eyes closes and then slowly opening again. He then took it upon himself to translate her gaze and posture taking her right there.

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Saturday, June 3, 2017


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When the intelligent criminal Erwin "Doc" Riedenschneider is released from prison, he seeks a fifty thousand-dollar investment from the bookmaker Cobby to recruit a small gang of specialists for a million-dollar heist of jewels from a jewelry. Doc is introduced to the lawyer Alonzo D. Emmerich that offers to finance the whole operation and buy the gems immediately after the burglary. Doc hires the safecracker Louis Ciavelli, the driver Gus Minissi and the gunman Dix Handley to the heist. His plan works perfectly but bad luck and betrayals compromise the steps after the heist and the gangsters need to flee from the police. Written by Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

I always find it enjoyable to go back and watch the classics. This time around I took in the film ASPHALT JUNGLE. What I like about this film is the story, the caper, and the characters. I have also been fascinated by the film noir genre as well and look to films like these to help develop my own style. So for ASPHALT JUNGLE I give it 3 ½ stars.

Thursday, June 1, 2017


It came to his attention merely by chance realizing that for the past several weekends he had found himself keeping his mind busy with work.

Exactly three weekends looking at a calender wondering where the time went. While still battling in the back of his mind about being a better person. Yes he was drinking again yet in a different way not trying just to be numb.

The day was nice sunny with birds calmly chirping. He sought the solice outside making it to the poolside of his apartment complex as it was readily unoccupied. He took only his work files and a tall glass of lemonade. Productively working for an hour and a half his mind was swimming with ideas and solutions.

That all changed when from apartment 35 B emerged the attractive blonde he'd only talked with in passing. She took a bench spot poolside as he shared a wave and smile with her.

At first he was able to continue focusing on work but as she got down to her neon pink Brazilian cut two piece swimsuit he sipped hard off of his lemonade. Then out of the side of his sunglass lens he watched her rub sun screen into her tone arms, body and legs down to her manicured toes the same color as her swimwear.

His focused soon eroded completely till he packed up his files and glass of lemonade taking the bench next to her. He broke the ice with a bit about how his presence poolside enticed her to come out and join him in the solace. She smiled, not denying it, and not feeding his ego completely.

They continued to talk into the evening going back and forth. He felt incredible as if the changes in himself he was working to make were paying off leading him to the right place at the right time.