Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Revista Güey: Esto Es Mi Dios

Revista Güey: Esto Es Mi Dios
Originally uploaded by lorenzodom

Revista Güey featured and translated into Spanish one of my stories and photos today in the launch of its inaugural issue. Check it out at on pages 39-40.

See the original photo and read “This is My God” in English HERE.

These will also be featured in my forthcoming book, 25 Lessons: The Art of Living.

Monday, February 25, 2008

BE Art-Design.Culture Magazine Featured Artist

BE Art-Design.Culture Magazine Featured Artist
Originally uploaded by lorenzodom asked me to be a featured artist on in their current February 2008 issue launched last week.

Check it out! Click on the blue squares to see some very cool graphics. It pops out at you!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Valentine's Day, The Morning After

Valentine's Day, The Morning After
Originally uploaded by lorenzodom

Friday, February 15, 2008, New York City:

The Morning After, Valentine’s Day

I brought my toothbrush,
but I used yours anyway.

WATCH: Six Stories of Love

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Gettin' Some in NYC! (on Valentine's Day, 2008)

Gettin' Some in NYC! (on Valentine's Day, 2008)
Originally uploaded by lorenzodom

The New York City Department of Health launched a very cool new TV, radio and print ad campaign for condom distribution today with the official slogan: Get Some.

Today, the Department is dispersing street teams to meet commuters at busy crossroads around the city – including Union Square in Manhattan, the Atlantic Avenue station in Brooklyn, and 149th Street and Grand Concourse in the Bronx – to distribute the official new NYC Condom for Valentine’s Day, which was redesigned by Yves Behar, founder of the San Francisco-based design agency, fuseproject.

However, “despite its new packaging, the NYC Condom itself has not changed. The distinctive new wrapper contains the same lubricated Lifestyles latex condom that was in last year’s subway-themed package.”

For more information about the campaign and where you can “get some” read the Department’s press release on this important event.

Also check out the cool very-very short, seconds-long, art videos created for the campaign on the Department’s website.

This has been a public service message brought to you by Lorenzo!

WATCH A Special Valentine’s Day Video I Created: Six Stories of Love

Monday, February 4, 2008

Moving From Super (Bowl) Sunday on to Super Tuesday

My Super Bowl Sunday with some SEXY Victoria's Secret Model
Originally uploaded by lorenzodom

Monday, February 4, 2008, New York City:

My Super (Bowl) Sunday was spent taking photos on the streets of New York City.

While most other New Yorkers were indoors cheering on the home team to victory, I was reveling in the brisk clear night, along with a handful of foreign tourists who were likely interested in a different kind of foot-ball.

Since the boys were at the end of a weeklong bout of illness, we spent the weekend indoors watching The Music Man, The Maltese Falcon and Thumtantic. So, when I dropped them off with their mama in Jersey on Sunday night, I decided to get some exercise by walking home to 108th Street from the Port Authority Bus Terminal at 42nd Street.

I could have joined the vast majority of my fellow New Yorkers, and arrived a little late to one of the Super Bowl parties I had been invited to, but, unfortunately, I‘ve had a lifelong bout with not-being-a-sports-fan per se. I love playing them, but I’m just not inclined toward simply watching from the sidelines.

Of course, there are always exceptions. For, now that both the boys are involved in sports—Nicky in the kind of fútbol that rest of the world plays, and Enzo in wrestling—as a proud father, I watch and cheer enthusiastically.

However, when it comes to the big boys playing, I’ll usually pass. I think the most memorable professional games for me were the few San Francisco Giants games I attended with my father in sixth grade when I received a number of complimentary tickets for superior academic performance. But then again, the thrill wasn’t the game, it wasn’t so much the excitement of possibly catching a foul ball, but rather, it was simply the fact that I got to spend time with my father and the great sense of pride that came with earning the tickets, because I was apt to have my nose in books.

Well, today I’m supposed to swell with pride over a different set of Giants.

Alas, I only saw a few minutes of the game as I passed the Jumbotron in Times Square last night. But even then, I wasn’t really watching, for I found the crowd watching the game from the street far more intriguing than what was happening high up above on the screen.

Not being a sports fan has its problems though.

First, there is a certain kind of loneliness you’re going to feel when you opt out of the traditional social gatherings set about the TV. This can be especially true when you’re walking the streets of Manhattan at night alone and there are dozens of people screaming like mad from the windows.

My primary consolation is an attitude that can be summed up in something that Professor Harold Hill (Robert Preston) said to Marion in The Music Man, when he was trying to woo her into meeting him at the bridge by the brook:

“Oh, my dear librarian, you pile up enough tomorrows and you’ll find you’ve collected nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to make today worth remembering.”

Thus, perhaps somewhat arrogantly, I tend to abscond the chance to socialize when it comes to baseball and football and the like. Instead, I often choose to pursue the opportunity to make my time here memorable by indulging in what has made my life most meaningful over the last couple of years—street photography.

Alas, albeit minor, the troubles of being such a social misfit, often continue into the next day when everyone is talking about the game and you have no clue as to what, when or who. This morning I’ve had to lie a lot because the strange looks and shocked remarks you get when you answer truthfully begin to gnaw at you.

After one too many crooked necks rhetorically implore, “You didn’t watch the game?,” you begin to realize that it is best to just lie a little, because no one wants to hear that you didn’t do what everyone else was doing, especially if they themselves were doing it.

Admittedly though, I’m fairly used to it by now.

A few years ago I was sitting at a bar with corporate counsel waiting to negotiate a contract, when a commercial for football came on, on the set looming above. He asked what I thought about a so-and-so team. With a grin, disguised as a sincere and coy smile, I confessed, "Sorry, I'm not much of a sports fan…love to play, but rather not just sit and watch." He responded, "You must miss out on a lot of conversations. It's such a great ice-breaker." I thought to myself, "Well, I probably don't miss much." Nonetheless, we somehow still managed to have an interesting conversation at the bar that afternoon, while we waited.

And allthemore, I feel that by not being much of a spectator I’m apt to not to miss out on something a little more important to me—having a chance to play in my own game, to revel in my own little triumphs, choosing to live, rather than die a slow death in front of the television.

I fully realize that this may sound a bit smug—believe it or not, it is not really meant to be—I don’t fancy myself better than anyone else at all, but I will admit that by professing my doings and don’ts that I do hope to inspire others to likewise forgo the party every once in a while; to take the risk of jumping into the game, rather than safely watching it from afar; in other words, to work a little harder at fulfilling their dreams by executing their passions—so that, ultimately, they might look back happily, rather than lament the lot of empty yesterdays.


Speaking of what one can do to make life more meaningful, there is a lot of hoopla over Obama these days.

I darted students passing out fliers in the streets this morning and I have friends sending me links to Black Eyed Peas videos of songs made from rallying speeches by Barack: Yes, we can (change).

As I was explaining to my 8-year old Enzo last night at the dinner table, who happens to be writing a report on JFK, the current presidential candidates have been vying to stoke the passions of people by comparing themselves to the mythical politicians of the past—for the Republicans, that would be Reagan, and for the Democrats, it has been John F. Kennedy.

To complement our discussion, I read the Sunday Times Op-Ed piece by Frank Rich ( Ask Not What J.F.K. Can Do for Obama). In sum, he writes that Obama appeals to the masses because he is poetic and people are yearning for a change, much as people yearned for change more than 40 years ago when JFK was elected, despite the overwhelming odds against him.

However, Rich also argues that while Barack Obama is proselytizing from the podium, Hilary Rodham Clinton has a lot more practical experience fighting in the trenches of the political battlefield, and that, ultimately, this is the kind of experience that might lead to meaningful change.

Either way, don’t forget to vote on Super Tuesday—because indeed it will lead to change, one way or another.

“The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie—deliberate, contrived, and dishonest—but the myth—persistent, persuasive, and realistic. Too often we hold fast to to the clichés of our forebears.”
John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Friday, February 1, 2008

HP Featured Artist: Be Brilliant Campaign Launches Today!

HP Featured Artist: Be Brilliant Home Page
Originally uploaded by lorenzodom

“Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.”
— Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses

February 1, 2008, New York City:

Be Brilliant!: Looking Forward Toward The Exciting Month Ahead

February will inevitably prove to be an exciting month for me.

For not only does it begin with my brother’s birthday today (Happy Birthday Danny!), but it is sprinkled with many other birthdays of those I love including my dear friend Mia on the third, my sister Sabina on the 7th, and the mother my children (uh, my ex) Domenica on the 22nd.

February is also beginning with a bang because I have been selected by HP (Hewlett-Packard) to be the emerging artist to launch a national advertising campaign, which was launched today.

The initiative will include a special dedicated website that will co-exist alongside existing advertising for HP’s What Do You Have To Say? campaign, which features the likes of Gwen Stefani and the inventor of the snowboard, Jake Burton. (I highly recommend watching the inspiring story How Burton Became Burton online.)

The new campaign will also soon feature banner ads that will be run on the Internet.

To view the site click on the following link:

I’ve also learned this morning that I’ve been chosen to be a feature artist on in their upcoming February 2008 issue coming out the 15th.

Perhaps needless to say, I am both excited and very grateful for these opportunities to share my work, my creative passions and my love for New York City, my family and friends and life itself.

And I would like to thank all those that made it happen, including the creative director Nick Chapman who designed the campaign and who was a great pleasure to work with; the folks at HP who gave the green light on this project and who ultimately chose me out of 18 candidates to be the launch artist; and the dear friends/photographers who upon a whim helped me out in a pinch when I needed to submit portraits—the rock-star WNBA-NFL-NBA photographer Gillian Leigh whose photo was ultimately used, and the super-doctor, healer-of-all-my-ailments Chelsea, who gracefully rode the 1 train with me on Christmas Eve-into-Morning until 3 AM to get the first round of submitted photos.


“Hence Proust's assertion that the greatness of works of art has nothing to do with the apparent quality of their subject matter, and everything to do with the subsequent treatment of that matter. And hence his associated claim that everything is potentially a fertile subject for art and that we can make discoveries as valuable in an advertisement for soap as in Pascal's Pensées.”
—Alain de Botton, How Proust Can Change Your Life


This news is today's featured post on The Art of Living.