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Since moving from the city almost six years ago, our projects have often been shot in a more pastoral setting -- focusing on our love for the outdoors and the quiet of the country.From time to time, I find myself in my old stomping grounds of New York City. Often the sights, the sounds, and the general hullabaloo of the place are more jarring and aggravating than they used to be. Perhaps my sensitivities are heightened by growing older and such a contrast from the quiet of my current life. For some reason sounds seem louder to me now more than ever. And there are just some city noises that just ride and rip up my spine, tapping into the most receptive sensors in my brain that signal stress, upset and anxiety.And it was on just one of those days while I was begrudgingly navigating my way in and out of our old neighborhood, just past the smoke shop where Christopher Street meets 7th Ave, when my ears picked up the sultry purr of a young man: "Ohhh daddddy".Now, the first thing that hit me was -- "I'm NOT a daddy" -- but when I turned around I saw a group of young Latin boys, each one unique and pulling their own looks, I realized that "daddy" might indeed be a fitting label and I accepted my newfound daddy-hood. While I kept walking, they catcalled me, encouraged by my acknowledgment. As I smiled, the one boy who first clocked me stepped forward--his shirt cut into a crop top--showed off his lean slender torso. His painted nails and made-up face gave him a little pop that made him standout from the rest. And then he yelled out, just as I turned my head back forward, “If I had just one night with you, Papi…what I would do!" I turned back and smiled, flattered, amused and happy to be back in the city.My look back was a quick one, making sure I stayed on track on the busy hustle bustle of sidewalk traffic. And while I remember the quick sight of the boy’s delight on having not been ignored, what I remember the most was the howls of laughter from his companions as they were just as delighted in their friend’s success. And though I'm sure they say that to many a man who passes by, I was more than happy to be the butt of the joke, if only to have the aggravating sounds of the city for that moment drowned out by the sound of laughter, followed by a reminder of why I love the city -- the place where anything can happen, where possibilities are endless and just how much delightful TROUBLE I used to find here in JUST ONE NIGHT.Love always,Jake Jaxson