We Did A Wedding!

November 13, 2013

Wedding Dancers! Finally! After performing at Graduation Parties, Wedding Anniversaries and Memorial Services, Hayley and I finally graduated to becoming Wedding Dancers. Check out the video!


We went to a Giants game. It was incredible. There’s something really great about going to a huge stadium full of people, eating hotdogs, drinking soda, dancing with strangers and enjoying a professional sport. It’s what I imagined people felt when they went to the coliseum (minus the hotdogs, soda, dancing and baseball).

We took Muni to the game, and during the ride we were discussing what foods to get. I felt hotdogs, carmel popcorn and beer would suffice and Hayley wanted nachos. “Nachos!? No, nachos are too ‘public pool snack-bar’ for me”, I said. Then, the guy in front of us turned around and said, “to be fair, carmel corn is very circus-y”. He went on to tell us about AT&T Field, how bad the nachos were and about where to find the best hotdog (it was a Chicago Dog from a tiny stand behind home plate). We never exchanged info, or bothered to find out his name, but he was really nice. He was a Red Sox fan and when I told him I was a Yankees fan he immediately retracted all the information he had given me, “actually the best food is in the parking lot…” Cool dude. Then he said, “the Garlic Fries are the best, you gotta get those!” When we got to 16th & church, he said he was stopping home and then running to the game.

When we got to the stadium we immediately got Garlic Fries, we got a huuuuge soda, and we got the Chicago Dog- all of it was beautiful. It was like a symphony of flavors swimming in our mouths as we bathed in the sun and pretended that our seats were close to the field than they really were. I’m not a Giants fan, I don’t really know anything about baseball, but it’s nice to go to a ballpark. High fiving fans, taking photos and looking down on the empty field like, I inhaled and thought, “…baseball is my life”. It’s not, but for a second I felt at home in a foreign place.

We got to our seats, far away from where we were, sat, and enjoyed the game. Great game. It came down to the bottom of the 9th, bases loaded, 2 outs- 4 balls and…GIANTS WIN. The stadium erupted. People cheering, hugging, dancing. Smoke cannons going crazy, you’d think we just won a war or something. After the win, people quickly sobered up and poured out. Very quickly. We had been meaning to beat the rush but alas we were stuck in the middle of it. Instead of racing out we decided to stay back. We wanted to linger and enjoy the stadium.

As we were standing admiring the tractors that had quickly came out to manicure the field, a guy yelled up to me. “Get out of here! You’re not supposed to be here.” I was confused. Thinking he was talking to someone else, he yelled again. “NOOO! YOU are not welcomed in THIS stadium! LEAVE!” At this point I thought about just walking out, ignoring the guy and categorizing his words in the ‘don’t worry, it’s a drunk dude’ category. Then he said, “NO YANKEES FAN! And especially no people who eat nachos!” That’s when it clicked. It was the guy from the Muni. There were over 45,000 people there and the one guy we randomly met on our way to the game, was sitting 3 rows in front of us. His name was Matt. His team lost, but he was in good spirits. We thanked him for the tips and then took a photo. This place doesn’t feel like a city sometimes- it feels like a small town, where everyone knows everyone and there are people you want to avoid, but there are also some people who will turn around on a Muni and give you the ins and outs of a stadium.

I had the pleasure of doing a photoshoot with the fashion photographer Jun Crame. Things got a little weird…
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This is a video I made with the very talented Mike Paunovich. We shot it in San Francisco, in the foggy summer months. My character- Gregor Ross- loves San Francisco in the summer… for there are so many clouds. Enjoy!

Check it out–> In Praise of Clouds with Gregor Ross

Excuse Me

July 18, 2013

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“Excuse me,” she startled him. “May I kiss you?” He sighed. He was already in a relationship, with a woman, kissing other woman was against the rules. “I’m very beautiful.” She wasn’t lying. She was gorgeous; long thin legs, a slender face and beautiful natural breasts; she must have been a model. “A big kiss. Wet. Then maybe I could stick my tongue in your ear and we could take steps towards having sex?” The Mexican music playing in the coffee shop was especially plucky now, his leg began to shake. She came closer, “it’s not like I always do this, in fact I rarely do, but you…you’re just so intriguing.”

His espresso had one drop left, he sucked it down and noticed his shaking leg began to rock the table and in turn, the small glass of water on it. “I’m from here,” she said. “I live very close, we could go back to my apartment!” She bent over…cleavage…she licked her lips very slowly. “I’m really interested in learning more about you…getting to know what makes you tick?” Now, for the first time, he smiled. He appreciated this line. She actually was interested in his work! “I could show you my studio- I’m a wonderful art-“– “Listen”, he cut her off, “I’m in a relationship.” She paused, stood straight up and buttoned her blouse.

She was sad. She reached into her purse and pulled out what looked like a black bic lighter, and flipped open a switch blade. He jumped. “Calm down,” she whispered,”don’t scream”. Now she was very close and he could tell she was actually more beautiful up close than from 2 feet away. “One kiss,” she said. She leaned in and her thin red lips engulfed his upper lip. It was a wet kiss and her breath smelled like strawberry’s and lavender. She inhaled, and as she exhaled her body shook like a wet dog. She slipped her knife back into her purse and abruptly exited the coffee shop. He looked over his shoulder as she hustled down the sidewalk. She truly was very beautiful.

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I was having a shitty day. Negative, slow and just hopeless. I was in The Marina district and decided to walk back to Noe Valley (around 3.5 miles). I had just conquered a huge hill when Hayley called me. “What are you doing?” she said. “I’m walking home.” “That’s really far!” she said. I didn’t care. Hayley said she was on a bus heading to an interview, “where are you?” she said. I told her I was on Folsom about to get to the corner of Jackson. She paused and said, “that’s where I am.” I looked up at the bus that had just stopped at the corner and there she was. We were literally right next to each other- separated only by a few feet and a few inches of metal and glass. We both stared at each other- AMAZED- and just began laughing. Then, I noticed an old woman, with a cane and a hunched back standing very close to me. “That’s a beeeeautiful girl!” she said. “I know, that’s my girlfriend, we’ve been dating for 8 years!” She said, “OOoohhh, you should marry her before someone else SNATCHES her up!” The bus pulled away and Hayley and I, still on the phone, hung up. I asked the old woman if I could help her cross the street. We linked arms and made our way, slowly, accross Folsom. “You’re a very nice looking boy,” she said, “if you two got married, you’d have half a dozen nice looking kids”. I smiled and said thank you. When we had crossed the street she looked at me and said I had “very very nice teeth”. I smiled again and thanked her.


In a minute and a half, a coincidental bus encounter and helping a stranger cross the street cleared the fog, made the sun come out and made my 3.5 mile journey ahead completely worth it.

The Cross Walk Effect

June 25, 2013


And so we just stood there. Me on the side walk- him in his car. It felt like 30 minutes. I wasn’t going to cross and he wasn’t going to drive. It was like some forgotten scene from Waiting for Godot. We both looked at each other, smiling, god, we were so frickin polite. I’m not used to having so much power when crossing the street. I like being limited, feeling threatened. Like I could be swept away at any moment. Don’t give me the right to cross whenever I want, options make me nervous. You’re the one in control of the 4,000 pound metal 4-wheeler, why don’t you just go along and I’ll stay out of your path.

I guess I should have immeditely crossed. But I wanted to stand on the South East corner of Shanchez and 24th, I wanted the mist to cool me down before I made the 25 ft leap of faith to the North East corner of Sanchez and 24th. At this point it was an ego trip. He wanted to be the bigger man and let me go. SO FUCKING POLITE. I didn’t want to make the first move, but then I remembered, I wanted to take more risks in 2013. Being comfortable is actually a bad thing, I told myself. And then…I stepped 5 inches down onto the pavement. The surface was the same as the sidewalk but I felt electric. I waddled, cautiously, all while watching his front bumper and making sure it didn’t move. He glowed. That god damn prick needed this and I gave it to him.

Like a submissive jay walker I let him force feed me the right to cross the street. When I passed in front of his white Volvo T5, I imagined for a second that he gunned it, and I flew over his windshield, over his sun roof and caught a little air…then I came smack down on the hard black pavement. I would have laid, damaged on 24th street, looking up, broken, starring at his California license plate as it disapeared into the fog. “That bastard tricked me” (I would have thought), “no one is that courteous”.

I got to the other side. He excelerated behind me, and I walked into the coffee shop to order a decaf mocha.