Breast Cancer for Men

A few months ago I found a lump on my left armpit. I decided to deal with it they way my parents and several other Mexican generations before me have done–ignoring it– hoping one day it would just disappear. Six months later, it was still present and I decided to deal with it the second way I knew how–irritate it until something happened. That was last week and this past Saturday I woke up to find...

Shopping With The Ex: A Tale Of Money, Men, and Credit Increases

They say November is the month of new beginnings and new starts. I have to admit that for me it’s true. I’m on that continuous mission that man must endure–that mission to walk the path of enlightenment, new experiences, and let’s not forget Macy’s fashion sales. Calling me at work Ali: Nando who were those guys staring at us at Splash this past weekend?Nando: Oh, they were fans of...

Love Grief: Is It Always Needed When You Break Up?

One of the best qualities about living in New York City is the people you end up meeting. Of the thousands of people living on the island–when you run into someone of quality–you hang on to them like a life-line. A few weeks ago I met a fascinating guy named Nathan Seven Scott who’s a life coach and on his way to greatness. Not only has he introduced me to great people, he’s managed to...

What Color Are Your Love-Blinders?

Having a relationship while living in New York can be quite difficult. Not only must we deal with the hustle and bustle of the city, but we also have to deal with…well, the other person, and not to mention the biggest obstacle that remains between us and “happily ever after”…our own baggage. To make things a success, many would agree that the 5 keys to a successful relationship are...

Nando’s Back in Town

As many of you know, I was away…far away…in a land called Iowa–start the jokes now–and my time away from New York was so relaxing, but I also did some exciting photo shoots that I’m very proud of. Now I’m back and have rekindled my love affair with the city. The hustle, the bustle, the strange smell of urine on 14th Street–I just didn’t realize how I missed it so...