Dino: happy birthday too

It's also Dino's birthday today, and I actually do know how old he is.  He hired me last year right before his big milestone fiftieth, just in case there was truth to the myth that gay men are actually human versions of Cinderella's carriage, and that when the clock strikes midnight on their fiftieth birthday, they may turn into pumpkins, or at least suddenly look like Donald Trump or something.

Dino, San Francisco, 8.27.11

It's just a myth!  A year later, Dino is as hot (as well as being an all around awesome human) as he was when I shot him.  A myth, people!

Happy birthday Dino.

Hey, it's Alan's birthday!

I have no idea how old Alan is today, but I'm sure it's in the low 20s, like a New York winter day, crisp and bracing.  He's one of my favorite cohorts, er, collaborators.  I've shot lots of guys but no one else has ever showed up with two roller bags full of wardrobe options, black eye makeup, or put a filthy old rope in his mouth for the sake of THE ARTZ.

Alan, New York City, 6.28.11

I'm sure I'll be giving Alan a full post or two or seven later, but for today, happy birthday buddy.