I’ve always wanted an older brother. Always. Whichever way I huffed and puffed, I knew I probably couldn’t have one, after all, I was the first and only little one for my parents. But if I did, I would’ve wanted him to be like Jamil. Maybe he would’ve been too strict, shooed away boys, and had me smoking the Lebanese arghili pipe with him when I was 10, but it would all be worth it. I’m not complaining – I fell in love with his best friend.
I promised Jamil some ‘GQ-style’ photos that are still laid back, and here is what we came up with. Mick came along too, and we had a blast strolling through the Lewis Estates golf course, hiding from flying golf balls, and running through a sprinkler (a big one!!) I really tried to convince Mick and Jamil to pose for me in ‘same-sex couples portraits’ for my portfolio (after all, Mick and I are now living in Vancouver 🙂 ), but they did a pretty darn good job looking straight as a die!
Jamil is one of the warmest, geniune, witty, and dependable people I’ve known. And his signature subliminal ‘nod’ is masterful – it would convince an Eskimo to buy snow. Wait for it, ladies … Jamil is intermittently available to be swept off his feet!