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Tag: portrait

My Friend Deb

My Friend Deb, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. We met in massages school. I think I was lying face down on the table when she said something so hilarious that I snorted into the head rest. We became fast and furious friends despite our 16 year age difference. We took our breaks together and studied together. […]


Iconic, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. A friend of mine posted this on Facebook. He was a a 1970s rebel rouser, now in his mid 50s. He got picked on and abused by the police. He’s been posting a lot of old film shots–scanned, of course–from the 1970s. Several of his friends liked to document his […]

Blowing Notes

Blowing Notes, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. Jesse Carr can blow notes on his saxophone and sing as seductively at the lower registers as Dean Martin in his hey day. So my five year old son and I took to the dance floor last night for a bit of sway me smooth, sway me now. Who […]

Hula Hoopin’

Hula Hoopin’, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. She was a natural. And she kept giving me a look that said: “Don’t go away with your big camera. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve.” I sure couldn’t swing a hoop like that when I was her age. Five. What a great age.

Cool Cat With The Cool Hat

Cool Cat With The Cool Hat, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. He was born to be a model. You don’t pull that casually-looking-askance-but-lovin’-on- the-lens face unless you were born to be cool. Or a model. Or a narcissist. Or a little bit of all three. Now this dude didn’t know me from Adam. I scuttled backwards […]

The Feather Man

The Feather Man, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. I’d just shot a chess-playing flim-flammer with dollar signs for eyes. Yeah, I could shoot him (he acknowledged ungraciously), but “you gotta toss a dollar in the pot.” So I did. And the shot was crap. I should’ve demanded my buck back. But walking down the street a […]

get in my face and I’ll get in yours

get in my face and I’ll get in yours, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. And hold your gaze with such steely focus that your lens might ignite into flames. and then I’ll go back to eating my McDonald french fries like nothing ever happened and say: “so, you like to take pictures?” with thanks to Raymond […]


Ann, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. I met Ann at a coffee shop in Jersey City. Despite the incredibly casual environment, she was dressed in immaculate Chanel style for a mid day luncheon, reminding me very much in looks and style of my born-and-bred in Rye, New York grandmother. My grandmother who took me to the […]

Shaken, Not Stirred

Shaken, Not Stirred, originally uploaded by elefanterosado. I met retired New York City police officer Gilberto Isac Flores Concepción at The Cuba Cafe in Chelsea. He laughed when I asked if I could take his picture. “Ain’t nobody want my photo,” he smiled. But I did. In fluent English and Spanish, Mr. Concepción told me […]