I lived it.
The 80s. The 90s.
Backpacks. Walkman. Mixtapes.
Being Schooled on Old School Hip Hop by a Youngsta
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I lived it.
The 80s. The 90s.
Backpacks. Walkman. Mixtapes.
Imagine little me at six years old, adorable, obviously.
Big belly poking out from under a shirt that’s losing the battle. Hair for days. Like a mini lion cub.
A year ago today, I was sitting at the Tulum airport with Eddy-Alejandro, waiting to head home after his bachelor party.
Too many fathers are remembered as villains. Not because they failed, but because the story was never told right.
It turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.
Growing up, I struggled with my own family identity, and I saw many of my friends go through the same thing. So when I became a dad, I decided to change that game completely!
The story behind the epic photo shoot and upgrade of the me and my brand.
These are really me, not AI. But AI would say that too, right? Fight artificial with authenticity. Choose O.I... Organic Intelligence.
This one was special for personal reasons. Business is personal. Don't let anyone fool you otherwise.
Now I train primarily for flexibility, joint strength, and mobility. Things that don't turn heads, but will keep me walking, playing, and living when I’m hella older.
Overcoming a breakup and personal fears, I took a bold step into my first salsa class, a journey from anxiety-ridden solitude in my car to a joyous, communal dance floor.
All they need is curiosity, plus a jolt of fear, anger, or disgust… and you’re hooked.