

A few months ago I turned my keys over to a visiting relative in need of a stay. A dinner party broke out one night and The Hunt Club was abuzz with friends and relatives. Food and drink was served followed by the requisite tour and ended with (more) drinks on the patio. Little comment was made about my paintings.
"Did you notice all the framed pictures he has of himself?" slurred one.
Not entirely true- I recognized my twin brother in one photo and a couple of ex's in others. In my defense, only two (painted-self) portraits on display are of me alone and in the fencing photo my face is concealed by a mask.
"He's so conceited" said one as she polished off the rest of my best vodka.
My favorite picture, taken in Palm Beach on New Year's Eve in 1988, is at the top of this post. It stands in a frame nearest to the door of The Hunt Club- the last thing I see as I grab my keys.

My favorite picture, taken in Palm Beach on New Year's Eve in 1988, is at the top of this post. It stands in a frame nearest to the door of The Hunt Club- the last thing I see as I grab my keys.
Inspired, I used it once again to illustrate a story about Post columnist Frank Cerabino's ballroom dancing lessons. In this case, the photographer and I built an entire upside down room to enshrine my picture (lower left corner- click to enlarge.)

Was it "conceited" to use this breath-taking photograph as a prop? Was Alfred Hitchcock "conceited" when he appeared as cameos in all of his movies? Brilliant, I say! Quelle HOMAGE!
My God, man, you surely are handsome!
ReplyDeleteIt must be difficult to part ways with the mirror in the morning. Pray God you were able to pass on your pulchritude to descendants. For were you to leave us, the world would surely be a less handsome place.
Thank you Mark! And may I say, your English is better than my Croatian!
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