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The happy couple Gavin and Arek

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| So honored to be one of the witnesses at Gavin and Arek’s Wedding. Love these boys!

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London Gay Stop

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My Little Bro Jared ready for his senior Prom 2008 and Me

Some photos hold still the way an old house does—quietly, without asking, until you look back and hear everything again.

This one is from 2008: my little brother, Jared, ready for his senior prom, and me beside him. He’s dressed like the night has somewhere important to go, boutonniere pinned in place, posture straight, smile easy. I’m there in my own version of “formal,” leaning into the moment with that half-serious confidence you only get when you’re young and standing next to someone you’ve known forever.

I can almost feel the air around it: the last-minute checks, the camera coming out, the small pause before the door opens and the evening begins. Prom is supposed to be about the date, the dance, the story you tell later. But what I remember most is this—siblings sharing a frame, the ordinary background of home, and the strange brightness of watching someone you love step into the next part of their life.

Time has a way of changing the colors, softening the edges, and making the simple things feel bigger. A prom suit. A porch. A brother growing up. A snapshot that keeps it all from drifting too far away.

Happy Friday Everyone!

There’s a particular quiet that settles in on a day off—like the apartment is holding its breath for a second before the city starts nudging at the windows. I caught it in the simplest way: a quick selfie, bare shoulders, soft light, and that half-smile you wear when you’re not performing for anyone.

Behind me, the ordinary details do what they always do: a small table, the edge of a bed, a hallway opening into the rest of the place. Nothing dramatic, nothing staged. Just the familiar geometry of home, the kind that becomes a backdrop to your weeks without you noticing.

I like that Fridays can feel like a threshold. One world is still humming—deadlines, commutes, the relentless tug of plans. Another world is waiting right beside it—slower, more private, made of coffee, errands taken at a human pace, and the rare luxury of doing nothing for a few minutes.

So here’s to the small pause. To the moment you look up and realize you’re already inside the weekend, even if only by an inch. Today doesn’t need much. It just needs to be lived.