Driven by this inner voice, I came home to myself. Now,I've rededicated my life to mentorship and telling queer, POC coming-of-age stories.
I live to unlock the passion in others. Those who have been forgotten by the system. I want to create connections that make people think.
I believe fiercely in protecting people. Being unprotected has been a theme in my life from as early as I can remember.
For me, life is a metaphor, there are signs everywhere. I don’t take my vantage point for granted. I want to awaken everyone else to the punchline.
We are trained as people in a shared society—especially in the queer community— to be okay, to be normal, happy, successful. To compensate. With that, though, I feel a responsibility to be a vessel for stories, experiences and the fleeting moments that carry them.
Sometimes I receive messages that feel like keys but when I turn the lock, it doesn’t budge... Like the complications on a watch. The movements are what make it go. Maybe it’s the artists who energize the gears.
When I first started my career, I was writing about product, sneakers, and fashion. It was vapid and temporal. I didn’t want my legacy to be defined by what I sold people.
My father lost everything in war. He was hard working but at times the jobs didn't come in, nonetheless worked tirelessly to raise us, having arrived in England with nothing but big dreams. My father raised us to value family and our culture, for him, family always comes first, no matter what.
I would go to the beach every night and stare at the stars. I imagined myself being where I wanted to be. All that imaginaning eventually paid off. I changed my stars.
I reject comfort. I believe in motion. I believe in moving because whatever is next is greater than where I’ve been. Therefore, I can never settle.
I work to build up my neighborhood because there’s a void that needs to be filled. I think about things I would have wanted as a child and create that. If I feel like something needs to be better, I’m going to go out and make it happen myself, just as my heroes did before me.
Men haven’t been given the vocabulary to express themselves. Because of this, we’re often left mute, wanting for the words that can lift us out of our dis-ease... I know my father may never get his words back. But I am fulfilled every day knowing my work, in some small way, helps another man find his.
My mom died of breast cancer 15 days before my 7th birthday. Pops went to prison a few years later. Growing up without parents made me introverted. I’ve spent my life trying to understand...everything. Silence became my sanctuary.
I live to tell stories of marginalized youth that change how they are perceived in media and culture. I live to bring people from the fringes right to the center, as our artists, our cultural leaders, our shamans. What the ancient poet Hafiz would call “the beautiful rowdy prisoners.”
My parents worked to live, to survive. My dad quit school young to support his brothers, and because of him, I was fortunate to be able to take my sweet time. I build my own weird dream. I live not for today, but for tomorrow.
I see things differently than others. In my childhood home, I developed an acute hyper-awareness of my surroundings. I became perceptive as a means of survival.
When I had my son, I found I belonged somewhere – an intangible place, but a place never the less. I had this fear that I would tire of the role of “Father” like mine perhaps did.
When I die, I don’t need to be remembered or need anything named after me. I just want to know I made the world slightly better. The wealth gap has created the empathy gap, and it is my deepest purpose to try to close that.
The road hasn’t been smooth. I’ve endured a lot of struggles since moving to America. I moved to Los Angeles when I was 20 years old with $50 in my pocket. Faith fueled me. My potential pulled me forward. The idea of who I might become if I just keep going is what has carried me this far.
I create work to fill in that void. I don’t want kids who are growing up now to have those missing pieces. A lot of my work is about reclaiming my indigienous ancestry. I’m on the land of my ancestors, but that’s never acknowledged by the American government. There’s a reason for that.
I’m intrigued by people and their stories, their realities. I want to see you as you are, not as you want to be seen. My shutter is always seeking the warm truth of my subject. My lens is hungry for the sound of their true tongue. When I find that truth, it helps everyone feel a little bit less lonely.
I never committed to anything before the birth of my daughter. I was always a free spirit. I lived my life going with the flow and just kind of hoped things would work out for the best. They always did.
I wasn’t born hating myself. I was taught it. My self-loathing was the result of living as a brown boy in a tactically planned environment. Hoods don’t become hoods by accident.
I always knew we were Jewish. I knew that my dad was a non-practicing Christian from a small town in Texas. I understood that my mother had a hard time with his family because they said anti-semitic things to her. My blood battled itself.