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From Jason Eskenazi and The Rodeo City.
“Did they feed you?” these were the words I used to greet my old amigo as he concluded palm pressing and mild flirting at the tail end of his lecture to the journalism students at the University of Texas. I knew these would be the most thoughtful and warming words to a pensive Jewish New York City photographer who despises public speaking. “They gave me lunch,” he said softly. It was 7:30 and time to welcome my friend to Texas with steak fajitas, marinated in cervesa.
I met Jason Eskenazi in upstate New York last summer at the Blue Mountain
Center for the Arts and Humanities, an institution owned and operated by the
brains behind Mother Jones magazine. I was there working on an apocalyptic
adaptation of Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya. Jason was attending to make photo
prints chronicling his adventures in Russia during the ‘90’s.
Outside of making art “happen” we drank low-grade rum, played
copious amounts of poker, and partook in several games of Kennedy-esque American
football, one match finishing with a sprained finger on my left hand. Although
Eskenazi is 15 years my senior, he can behave like an unassuming frat boy
who puts the passed-out to bed. He can drink for either distance or speed,
and wolf down platters of pork ribs, or oysters with skill and grace. Often
shy, but never afraid, Eskenazi has no time or room in his life to be kosher.
Thanksgiving With The Blonde In The Brown Jacket
First published by Mr. Beller's Neighborhood.
First published by the Austin Chronicle.
The Exploitation Of Grindhouse
First published by Art Face Off.
Jason Eskenazi and The Rodeo City
First published by the San Antonio Current.
First published by Monday Haiku Koi.
Unpublished, but I love it.
First published by the Austin Chronicle.
First published by the San Antonio Current.