My Son, the Model

Until about two Christmases ago, we still didn't have a digital camera. That's why I know that we missed a lot of photo ops while Kokoy was growing up. Of course, we had our trusty film camera but the convenience and inexpensiveness - in the long run - of digital media just can't be beat.

Still, despite the few times that Kokoy was in front of a camera, somehow, he had this natural knack for knowing what to do and how to look good. Just look at the following:

Check out the emotional range:

And, of course, the requisite distant gaze into nothingness of all models:

Although, he did have a pre-disposition at this time, to flash his butt to the world (we're not really sure why. perhaps, a political statement?):



Now, in his teens: (thankfully, no more butt flashing...yet)






BTW, his mom, Rox, is his agent. Ha! Ha!