doorman
This is Tomas. We were having sushi in Pompano Beach, Fl. He doesn't like being photographed, so I shot it with a Nokia before he could grab it.
He was only 18 when he did the door at Studio 54, in it's glorious days. Tommy has a BMW convertible, a Harley, and two licensed guns. He is a likable man, but you don't want to mess with him.
We worked together during 4 months. He was some kind of bodyguard/driver/idontknow for the company's owner, a Jewish guy from NY who was fascinated by my knowledge about Sephardics - due to my reading addiction. At that company you could hear people talking in Brazilian Portuguese, Spanish, French, Japanese, Yiddish and the occasional English.
He is well preserved. No alcohol, no drugs, he follows a strict diet of blonde models and European sport cars.
Not a very wordy man, he bursted in his strong NY accent random phrases about people he met in those days, and only if you asked him. Sometimes he changed lanes to a suave Spanish Dominican, and be more detailed, even dreamy, about Liza Minnelli, and Bianca Jagger, and so.
Then he stared at you, with that look, you know, like an iguana. So many years passed, still the doorman.
