Eatin’ Pasta – a fine art

“Spaghetti can be eaten most successfully if you inhale it like a vacuum cleaner.” -Sophia Loren

Few things in life are as mouth-watering, pleasurable and downright sensual as a dish of some good pasta. Gourmet pasta, for the connoisseur, is treasured with admiration and respect. The connoisseur takes note of every nuance of it’s many virtues. Note how it behaves when it is gently teased and twirled. The esthetic appeals to all the senses.  The sound of pasta is subtle, but distinct. Think about it. There is an art to taking the pasta up into the mouth with skillfully-controlled suction – meticulously refraining from careless slurping.
Such is The Fine Art of Eatin’ Pasta.

Models: Latoya & Blue
Make-up artist: Yuko Yamauchi Takahashi
Bikini design by Amun-Re









Farewell to Bobby Womack

It was just three summers ago that I met Bobby Womack for the first and last time. It was a great connection with  his daughter Gina-Re, the road manager & musicians. We only spoke briefly because he was on exhausted from the combination of the concert and heavy medication. Even that short moment will always be cherished. Of the many pictures, I have included in this gallery images of the singer and his wonderful daughter Gina-Re who traveled with her father and even acted as Bobby’s personal photographer during the concert. Another legend moves on to join the ancestors. Goodbye Bobby Womack


Child of the Solstice turns 21: The Before & the After

The Before

Aaah, my beautiful baby is no longer a baby (though, she’ll ALWAYS be my baby). As the bewitching hour of midnight approached, the countdown was tolled. It would be a special milestone in her life – the passing of her 21st year. Life chose to bring her here on the summer solstice/midsummer. Tension and anticipation permeated the ether. Instinctively, I broke out the studio lights to document the mood. This is a tale of two photo shoots – a ‘before & after’ the birthday girl/woman’s rite of passage. What a blessing to witness this exciting transformation from the old to the new as she reached deep inside the peace of her soul.


Remembering another time and place

Remembering another time and place


The After

At the stroke of midnight, she displayed a different person – a girl/woman transformed – radiant & glowing –  truly an embodiment of her beautiful name: Ella Filio Summercloud. I bow to the Universe in humble appreciation for these 21 years she has been so significant a part of my life. This in fact, is my definition of father’s day – the day this beautiful spirit conferred upon me the honor. Here is the woman.

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Ikrah – Red

The Meditant

Walking meditation. You are already your own guru.  So you already know what it is at the instant of its mention. You absorb its purpose in this place.  Your footfalls tiptoe across mother – Earth.  You observe the picture as it shifts in aspect and angle – always perfect – always magnificent. You are at one with her.  She is you and you are she.  Inhale the sweetness of her breath.  Your soul is infused with infinite wealth and a secret.  Never miss the opportunity to smile … or to cry.


Shooting Starlet


(from the film archives). We had to wait till very late – about 1 a.m. when it was least likely to be any interrupting cars riding on the street because this shot required a long exposure – approximately 30 seconds. I chose a side street where the Venice/Santa Monica golf course is in the background.  The model is also my friend, LaToya. All that you see in this image was shot on one sheet of film within the time the lens was open. I loved the results – the Shooting Starlet.

Beauties of Stockholm Beauty Week

“Pretty women. Fascinating … sipping coffee – dancing … pretty women .. are a wonder .. pretty women. Sitting in the window or standing on the stair, something in them cheers the air.
Pretty women silhouetted, stay within you glancing. Stay forever, breathing lightly. Pretty women. Pretty women. Blowing out the candles or combing out their hair – even when they leave, they still are there … they’re there.” – from the Broadway musical Sweeny Todd
Their beauty is self-explanatory without preface, introduction or apology. It is what it is … breathtaking, alluring & titillating to the senses. The home of beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Behold some of the beauties of Stockholm Beauty Week.








Clara Lykke Louw




Garden Flower


Trekking through the thicket of phantasmagoria – lost in dreamish enchantment – purely by happenchance, I stumbled upon that mystical garden, teeming in floral plenty and colors so rich and rare. Had I arrived on Aiden’s doorstep? A melodic whistling poked the stillness of afternoon sloth. Subtly, sensually & poetically, one danced. Her colors gleaming effervescently, tranced my senses, commanding my undivided attention. This, I took as omen: I choose that one. She shall be loved, worshipped, honored and swaddled inside the arms of my loving – loving heart.

My First Model – My Sister, Denise


Today is my sister Denise’s birthday. Upon reflection of our childhood days, what I remember most about her was her athleticism. She was a super athlete. She and I stand the same height – 6’4″/1,94. She was extremely agile, a natural sprinter and could cut a serious rug on the dance floor. Unfortunately, for her and many millions of girls like her, there was no access to sports.  100% of the public and most of the private funds invested in youth sports were for boys & men only.  This was the era before Title IX which essentially mandated equal funding for girls and women across the board by any institution accepting government funds. I know in my heart, Denise was Olympic material. Even in a sport like track & field, the only way girls got to participate was to be a member of one of the girls/women’s track clubs. In our neighborhood, there was none. In fact, as I recall, there was none in the whole Bronx.

Thus, it was due in great part to her inspiration that I formed the Forest House Girls Track Club, which later became the Raeletts Track Club.  I was a mere 21, simultaneously pursuing my own athletic career at the world-class level.  I look back and don’t know how I found the time or the cash, but I managed to take the team to interstate and national competitions in Ohio, Missouri, Pennsylvania, Baltimore, Washington, DC, Florida and California. In many ways, they were the pride of the neighborhood – my daughters – my girl – and I loved them. Thanks for the inspiration, Denise.

The Filthiest Show in Town

I was out experimenting with night photography when I captured this shot on 42nd Street & Times Square … “Forty-Deuce” to us.  It was a potpourri of office buildings, sex shops, SRO’s, pimps, hoes, peep shows, dope fiends, street-corner preachers, pushers and lots of pussy at discount prices. It was home to Port Authority and enough dirt & litter to plant a forest.  There was something for everyone on Forty-Deuce, which is the reason everyone who lives in the Apple winds up there at some point.  At some of the other theaters further down the street from where this picture was taken was legit cheap movie houses where you could spend the whole day in the movies, watching three (usually B movies) for a pittance.  For kids ditching school, it was hooky heaven.  Night time, it was freak city. …. I remember looking up at this marquee and busted out laughing.  That blatant in-your-face statement summed it all up.  Yup, that’s 42nd Street.  It can’t get any filthier than this.  LOLImage


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