At the age of 4, I wanted to be a professional tree climber.
By 7, I had moved on to aeronautics, and jumped off the roof of my house with a plastic bag as a parachute. That did not go according to plan.
I suppose I’ve grown up a little since then.
I love to ski. But the chairlifts never go all the way to the top. The real adventure is hauling your skis on your back as you sweat-to-the-summit in the middle of winter, all just to drop that gnarly line nobody else has. We call that "earning your turns.”
But my most athletic showing followed a surprise encounter with a colony of elephant seals. It scared the shit out everyone involved, and I’m positive that was the fastest I’ve ever run.
I’ve been to 3 concerts for every Duane Reade in NYC. My friends call me Funky Mike because I always wear my boogie shoes. I’ve even landed freelance photography gigs for some of my favorite bands, and they don’t seem to mind if I dance.
And like every unique millennial, I must call out to you my love of travel (sarcasm). 42 countries & 6 continents down. Hopefully many more to come.
Did I mention I’m a Creative Director? We should work together. Feel free to call me on my banana phone. Or just click that CTA.