I'm the guy your mother warned you about, the lover, the dreamer, the artist with too much passion. I'm intelligently irreverent, yet simultaneously warm. Mainstream society holds no interest to me, and it's entertaining to watch civilization collapse. Archaic, old school black music gets me high, and is far more soulful than the dreck played on the radio today. I eschew trends for timeless style, though enjoy fashion and modernity. I don't know karate, but I know karezza.

I am a saxophonic rogue of the hinterlands. My tenor saxophone is my mistress. I also fashion myself as a writer and style guru in training.

I believe the kitchen to be a man's domain, since I'm a damn good cook. I tend to avoid reading recipes, yet somehow everything I make is tasty.

I can hustle my way out of any impending traffic violation, including passing a cop.

I'm a good saxophonist, but I'm always looking to improve my playing. Though I love jazz, I'm mostly influenced by sultry, old school R&B.

My wit and warmth.

Books: Meditations - Marcus Aurelius, Hunter S. Thompson, Women -Charles Bukowski, Glenn O'Brien, Bret Easton Ellis, philosophy. I'm also a dedicated reader of both GQ and Esquire.

Movies: Shame, Drive, Vicky Christina Barcelona, No Country For Old Men, Almost Famous, Love Actually, Rushmore.

TV: Californication, Freaks and Geeks, Undeclared, Girls, New Girl, Terriers, Portlandia, Bored to Death, Mad Men.

Music: I love Jazz, both post-bop and modern; I especially love when Jazz and Hip-Hop are combined. Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye can always get me in the mood I want to be in, and I like to bring out my sultry side with 70's R&B and Funk. I also enjoy some Gangsta Rap, classic rock, and indie pop.

Food: Vietnamese salad (Bun) is my sustenance, but I'm also partial to authentic, Cadillac-sized burritos and Spaghetti alla Carbonara.

Artists: Tom Sachs, Basquiat, Richard Prince, Chuck Close.

- My saxophone
- Intelligence and humor
- Friends & family
- Literature
- Sunshine
- My cat

Thinking is overrated. Doing is better than thinking.

There are no typical Friday nights.

I embrace my feminine side by maintaining a Pinterest.

You should drop me a note if you won’t bore me to tears, and you know that wearing flip-flops to a nice dinner is tacky.