The Wrong Foot, Righted…

First impressions are sometimes the worst impressions. That’s one lesson I have learned over the course of my life. And also, I’m a big fucking baby, occasionally. That too. And I jump to conclusions and such. Three. Sometimes, if I am really unlucky I learn all three lessons at once; like a “perfect storm” of poor behavior.

Case in point: when I first met Jeff Carvalho, I didn’t really like him. (Are we having fun yet?) Our initial meeting came at an inopportune time for my psyche: after eight hours of shooting whatever-the-hell for Antenna magazine, my former flame. Unbenownst to me, Jeff had been in the publisher’s office for the better part of an hour, trying to walk them through the streetwear business and, also, discussing the magazine. And so when we met, he was already in mid-convo form and I was still blinking from the klieg lights. He told me what he thought: some good, some bad. But honest. And I felt defensive and salty and probably acted that way. It was not my finest hour. Not by a long shot.

And then we were on this Nike trip to China in May and we spent some time together and my impression was exactly the opposite: great guy—funny, smart, a good hang. I immediately felt the kind of guilt that only a Catholic can ever feel.

So when a few weeks ago I ran into him on the LES of NYC—I was drunker than I usually get—and he asked if I wanted to blog for this site—a big deal to me, certainly—I immediately accepted, and not because of guilt. But because I like to write and really enjoy being in the company of these other bloggers, some of whom I read regularly anyway.

And so here I am, not really sure where this is going to go, but sure that it will go somewhere entertaining. Over the coming weeks, I will begin to introduce hardcore pornographic images (mostly fetish stuff!) into my copy, which I think will help make my words that much more profound and….

Just kidding, Jeff. I wanted to make sure you were still reading this. Or if you were wondering what the hell you have gotten yourself into.

In any case, thanks for having me.

TG/08