Birthday Poem 2012

The moment you realize you’re no longer young

See a photo of the past of the things that you’ve done

Twenty years fly by, lost track of time and space

Reflection in the mirror, don’t recognize the face

I mean it is you, though some things have changed

There’s more character now, sculpted by experience and pain

And I don’t want to be the type that worships the youth

Trying to hang on too long, crossing the line from enhancement to abuse

Or be apart of society that values children over wisdom

I’d rather be the sage elephant over the spring chicken

Basically

I just want to grow up gracefully

Tastefully going through this wonderful thing we call life

Without the extra added pressure of having to lie

About my age, it’s like tearing out a page from your personal history

And personally, I don’t want to lose a single memory of the places that I’ve seen

Or through out my life the different people I have been.

From the b-boy in the streets, hat out for donation

One time leader of the Lost Boys and prince of the fire nation

To the poet helping sculpt the voice my generation

So on my birthday, I don’t wish to be any younger

Knowing age is just a number

I’m secure in who I am now, but still in wonder

Of what’s to come…

Fashion Sense: Vintage Vespa

I know this is the fashion post in my blog and I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m writing about scooters. We’ll let me begin with telling you that I love motorcycles. Like most kids with protective mothers, I was always warned to never ride them, but growing up watching Evel Kneivel and Fonzy on “Happy Days,” I just always wanted to ride a motorcycle.

I think like most boys, from the first time you learn to ride a bicycle, the idea of jumping on the back of a motorcycle is instant. I never got to ride one due to my mom, but when I booked a film called, “Biker Boys,” we’ll… I had to learn to ride one, I had to, it was part of my job!

Now, I own motorcycles, I’ve owned a handful of them over the years… And today I own two. I have a custom Harley Davidson and a 1979 vintage Vespa P125x. I do love my Harley but around town and everyday riding, I must admit, I’m often seen riding around the streets of LA on my Vespa. Matte black, never washed, race number on the side and a few stickers posted about representing the things in this world that I like.

Although, the Vespa isn’t the biggest  and baddest motorcycle out there, the thing I love most about it is it’s all about style… your personal style and that’s why I put it in my fashion blog. The history of the Vespa goes back to the Mods and their fashion somehow connects with the hipsters of today. Just riding on a Vespa is somewhat romantic. I imagine I have the same feeling riding around as some young Italians have riding around a Mediterranean village somewhere…

So as far as fashion goes, it’s all about self expression and that’s what Vespa has become. You can pick up a Vintage Vespa for pretty cheap, get it running, it’s such a simple engine, then make it yours, paint it the way you want and add all the stickers on it you like, that represent you. I live in LA, I hope more people start riding around on motorcycles and scooters, save gas and turn this town into a more stylish place.