I'm a man continually in the pursuit of the soulful; whether in it's my relationships, my work, in art, or what I'm up to in the world. I love smart and loathe pretentious; reality, not theory; style, not trends; Goddesses, not princesses. I live to be wonderful for the people I adore and to be there when they need me most and I'll do anything for someone I love--without judgments.

I'm a dirty and sweet (bonus points if you get the reference there) champion of chivalry who knows an amazing woman when I encounter her and knows how to treat her accordingly. I know when to act aligned with the verities of being a gentleman, and importantly, I know when the situation calls for me not to.

New York City, Rome, New Orleans, Paris, Big Sur, Montauk and Burning Man (yes, Burning Man) are the places on earth I love most (so far) and where I feel most at home. "May I please have a Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks" is one of my favorite requests to make. I can speak volumes with a glance. I've got a seriously old soul. I've encountered practically no one who drives a stick shift better than me. I'll readily, if not always happily, admit when I'm wrong. I laugh often--deeply, irreverently, and sometimes profanely, and I'm a hell of a lot funnier in person, even when I'm being snarky. And sometimes, especially when I'm being snarky. I'm a very good man to have along for the ride and I've been around the block a time or two. And while I can be cynical about some things, I'm never cynical about the transformative power of love. Even when it hurts.

Commericial, fashion and fine art photography. Being there for my beloved father as he hits his mid-80's. Planning my financial future. Being the man that my friends most often come to first when they're dealing with something major. Laughing as much as I can.

...a whole bunch of stuff, ranging from the conventional to the masculine to the artistic to the lascivious. Inquire within.

The kindness of my eyes, my smile, and my dimple. (Perceptive women will see the naughty little gleam underneath, and get that there's a whole other thing goin' on.)

Or, if I'm wearing my sunglasses, vintage leather jacket and am not smiling, that I look like a terrorist (or so I've been told on more than one occasion). Perhaps I shouldn't find that flattering, but I love it.

Rather creating an exhaustive list, let's just say that I wouldn't want to live my life in a world without: The Rolling Stones, Coleman Hawkins, Philip Roth, Woody Allen, the New Yorker, photo books by Walker Evans, Helmut Newton and Richard Avedon, Bruce Springsteen, "Dusty In Memphis," Bernard Malamud's "The Fixer," Public Enemy, Joan Didion's "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," Sam Cooke, Count Basie, Hunter S. Thompson, Candi Staton, Chuck Berry, Replacements, Raymond Carver, Motown and Stax, "Casablanca," Sex Pistols, Taschen erotica, "The Godfather," Al Green, Sinatra, Candi Staton, Billie Holiday, Steely Dan, Bob Dylan, "The Great Gatsby," Hemingway's short stories, "The Little Prince," "Dr. Strangelove" and last but certainly not least, "Airplane." Andrew Sullivan's blog is a mandatory everyday read. I'm currently reading George Packer's "The Unwinding," which is fantastic.

Food: Anything Italian, the porterhouse at Peter Luger's, an eel and avocado handroll, the lobster roll at the Clam Bar in Montauk, a well made Caesar salad with fresh anchovies, steak fries, spinach sauteed in garlic and olive oil with freshly grated Romano cheese on top, crunchy French bread with great butter, hummus, the squab at Lucien, whitefish salad on an onion bagel from Russ & Daughters and anything on a charcoal grill.

Extremely Probable Dealbreakers: You passionately loving the Dave Matthews Band, Broadway musicals and/or Ayn Rand. I find them each to be somewhere in between horrible and insufferable. No judgments, we're just probably not a match.

A good, vintage leather jacket.
My cameras.
Scotch.
iPod.
Flirting.
Aretha Franklin.

Creating a signature style of photography.

The possibility of being knocked-on-my-ass, head-over-heels, crazy in love, and then becoming a very devoted husband and father.

What is and what is not consistent with being the man I want to be.

Where exactly in Montauk I want my house to be.

That before I die I want to learn: 1. How to play the piano. 2. How to speak French. 3. How to speak Italian. 4. How to surf.

Evading the douches who invade the E. Village, either inside my apartment or by going out with friends in Brooklyn.

I've got a thing for heels.

...you've got soul.
...you love yourself (on most days, at least).
...you enjoy being cool, but you'd rather be joyful and passionate.
...you're a loving, seductive, compassionate, and nurturing badass; enticingly feminine, who values elegance and vulgarity in equal measure.
...you've been known to light up a room when you enter it.