When I was a boy I’d spend hours on an idle tractor with a stack of Vogue magazines I’d checked out of the school library. Those glossy pages transported me before traveling outside the midwest even seemed like a possibility. Douglas Kirkland, Avedon, Scavullo, Diana Vreeland and Halston all became familiar. The name I searched for however was Way Bandy. I studied his work on models. Translucent skin paired with dark smokey eyes. The way other boys studied sports figures was how I felt about Way Bandy. My other discovery was this place called New York City. In my young mind it compared to the Emerald City in Oz.
Spending hours in Miss Hardison’s art class perfecting smokey eyes with a charcoal pencil I recall a sweet smile when telling her I needed to have this just perfect for when I did makeup for Vogue magazine. New York City would become the first place I ever traveled to from the midwest on a plane. And for the next twenty plus years visiting whenever I had the chance New York City would still leave me breathless. So ten years ago when Jeff called me and asked “Are you sitting down?” Without even knowing I’d been ‘Tossing Glitter’ into the universe my dream of living in New York City came true.
New York City wouldn’t be for everyone. But nothing is perfect for everyone. The diversity and blend of so many cultures excites me and without even feeling it happen have made me a more accepting open person. Marriage equality came to New York City and I’ve felt the thrill of being able to say this is who I love and am spending the rest of my life with. Yes, being married makes a difference. Makes you feel complete. Who would ever dream after 27 years you could feel like a kid on a new adventure with your life partner.
And at the age of 53 I did makeup for Vogue magazine. It’s been a beautiful decade. Tossing Glitter in New York City.