HAVANA, CUBA. ONE OF THESE RARE PLACES ON EARTH WHERE THINGS NEVER SEEMS TO CHANGE. THAT PLACE ON EARTH WHERE CHANGE IS ONLY VISIBLE THROUGH THE PASSING OF SLOW HOURS, DAWDLING DAYS, SLEEPY MONTHS AND EVERLASTING YEARS. THAT PLACE WHERE YOU CAN FALL ASLEEP FOR TWO YEARS AND WAKE UP TO DISCOVER THAT EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY AS IT WAS WHEN YOU CLOSED YOUR EYES. EVERYTHING EXCEPT YOURSELF.
It has been over two years. The honeybrown twins, Marlon and Andro, had disappeared into Cuba and into time and into nostalgia too. It was just when Kevin Slack thought that he might have lost them that they called him – on his birthday – and he saw them again, at last, on a rainy night. They were altered of course, but when they laughed and when they smiled - oh when they smiled - they were the same again and Kevin, he could retrieve them from the monuments of memory, and he knew them instantly. When they suggested that they wanted to work again, Kevin was, of course, elated.
A taxi deposited them at Mi Cayito not long after dawn. It was a quiet blissful morning watching the sun burst over the horizon. Mi Cayito, just after dawn, presents an illusion of a giant and private space – with sand like fresh brown sugar, but here slick and wet and shining, cool under their bare feet, and the clap of the relentless surf is the rhythm of a calmed soul. And so they set to work. Between shots, the brothers run and jump and holler like wanton boys; but while Kevin Slack is shooting, whether separately or together, they give each other advice and suggestions. Marlon and Andro are wearing Modus Vivendi from the new Navy Line.
When they finish shooting and after Kevin Slack packs up, he leaves the brothers on the beach and run into the aquamarine sea until he is deep enough to break through a slapping wall of frothing surf. And he takes a quick swim. On his back, he is buoyant in the salt water. He is buoyant twice: floating inside and out too. He will be sentimental. Stop the surf and the climbing sun and the passing day, stop it all, and let him float right here, watched over by the brothers. –BM-
KEVIN SLACK | BEAUTIFULMAG