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Mister Mildor’s “Wrong Place,Right Time” Photo-Exhibition

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Mister Mildor to Exhibit his Art in a Solo Photo exhibition Show on August 1st, 2015

Alan Mildor
www.mistermildor.com
246 Union Avenue
Brooklyn, New York, 11211
Mobile Phone: 347-721-8760

The Glass House Art Life Lab gallery announces Mister Mildor’s first solo street photography exhibition “Wrong Place,Right Time.” On view August 1st, 2015 this exhibition features 20 photo based works of art that is a compelling glimpse into Mister Mildor’s reality. Controlling what some may say is Urban Disorder in New York City with his photographic techniques, this exhibit will provide a colorful and dynamic view of the people and places that makes New York City’s heartbeat.

Mister Mildor love for his local environment is evident in his work. Mister Mildor confessed “I love photography and videography because it doesn’t only give me the ability to freeze time but it allows people to appreciate the moments in their life, no matter if it’s despairing or delightful. There is always a right time to capture life, even in the darkest of places.”  Mister Mildor has captured life from all boroughs and will continue to capture love, pain, freedom, and all the things associate with living the life of a city dweller. Mister Mildor is beginning to have a constant presence through his art and is starting to shine through photographies meteoric rise into popular culture.

Alan Mildor aka Mister Mildor, is a Brooklyn based photographer and videographer. Alan’s artistry has been commissioned by some of the world’s largest brands and musicians. Mildor’s visual art has been published on Complex Magazine, 2 Dope Boyz, and Rap Radar. He has provided all the visual campaigns for Alife, Hood By Air, Dj Venus, Tisa, Brian Wood, Rich Weirdo Clothing, and for Touro College. Mildor Also created branded video for Clubhouse Barbershop, Vinnies Styles, and Vulkan The Krusader.

About The Glass House Art Life Lab
Glass House is an art-life lab founded by artist Lital Dotan & Eyal Perry, dedicated to hosting artistic practices based on performance, participation and time based art in the domestic sphere, under the motto that  “Art Should Be Experienced in a Place that Allows Staying.” Since it’s relocation to Southside Williamsburg in September 2012, Glass House host performances, screenings, exhibitions, workshops and a residency program all dedicated to promote hosting as artistic discourse.

General Information
Mister Mildor Presents “Wrong Place, Right Time”
Where: The Glass House Art Life Lab
Address: 246 Union Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11211
(Between Scholes and Meserole)

Nearest Subway: L (Lorimer), G (Broadway), M & J (Hewes)

contact@glasshouseproject.org

www.mistermildor.com

Many Americans facing challenges of freezing Winter-Weather:

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Courtesy of Press TV:

A deadly blast of strong winds shattered records of decades-old temperature, as it moved towards the eastern parts of the United States earlier this week, halting air, road and rail travel, driving energy prices higher and overwhelming shelters for the homeless. Roughly 60,000 people spend the night at a homeless shelter in New York City, including 22,000 children, the highest number since the great depression. These numbers have almost doubled, as the city broke a 118-year-record Tuesday, when temperature dropped to below minus 15 degrees Celsius.
Gareth Bryant who is with the charity organization, Muslims Giving Back says despite news of warmer weather being on its way, the homeless and hungry will continue to face the challenges of fighting the harsh winter cold and finding warm food to eat. At least 21 cold-related deaths have been confirmed across the country since Sunday. In Missouri, a 1-year-old boy was killed when the car he was riding in struck a snow plow, and a 20-year-old woman was killed in a separate crash after her car slid on ice and into the path of a tractor-trailer. At least five people died after collapsing while shoveling snow, while several victims were identified as homeless people who either refused shelter or didn’t make it to a warm haven soon enough to save themselves from the bitter cold. According to Accuweather.com, the frigid air and “polar vortex” that affected about 240 million people in the United States and southern Canada is expected to depart and a far-reaching January thaw will begin. With thousands of delayed or canceled flights and power grids straining as people cranked up the heat, the effects of the “Polar Vortex” is expected to be felt for days to come.

Full report here:

http://www.presstv.ir/detail/2014/01/09/344627/many-americans-facing-challenges-of-freezing-winter-weather/

Avonte Oquendo: We must find him!!!

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If you’ve been paying any attention to the news, in New York City, one headline-story keeps popping-up, and for good-reason: the story of Avonte Oquendo, a 14 year-old Special-Needs child, who went missing, and has still remained missing, since October 4th, 2013. There have been several news-circuits covering this story, and his picture is posted, at basically every New York City Transit Subway/Bus stop. But, this in not why I’m writing this article, I’ve written this article, because he hasn’t been found yet, and to be very honest this scares me a great deal.

It truly has me at a severe sense of unease, to know that this young boy, whom is challenged, is somewhere, on his own, unsupervised, and most of all, unprotected. Literally, anything could’ve/could happen to him, on the streets of New York: finding him is not an option. This must/should be top-priority of every New Yorker, and of any/every concerned Citizen of the World, to know the whereabouts of this young-person.

I remember, riding the train, and there was, yet another of the very often announcements, encouraging people to be on the look-out for Avonte Oquendo. And, some random Man, about a 50 year-old something kind of guy, mumbled under his breath, “Who cares?!!!” And, of course, me being me, gave him the dirtiest-look my facial-muscles would Humanly allow, upon what I heard him say. Fortunately, that was enough for him to remain quiet, and go on about his business.

It’s episodes like that, just as I’ve described, which really pain me: this arrogant, indifferent, lackadaisical, posture/attitude which, sadly, so many/too many fellow ew Yorkers have, in reference to this boy being missing, for so long. And, I’m often wondering to myself, why this is the case: is it because of his skin-color, is it because of his mental/psychological condition, is it because he’s not related to any of us, or is it that we, as New Yorkers, as Americans, as Humans, so self-absorbed, that a person, another Human being, as ourselves, is lost, within our very own midst, is really something that we don’t even take seriously any longer.

I mean, seriously: this is a Human’s life at stake, in the balance that we’re talking about: there are those within this World, whom suffer, because & while people like you and I do nothing about it. We, as a society, both within New York, the U.S., and even worldwide, must never let our jovial-festivities, jobs, parties, weddings, birthdays, etc., remove us from the reality that there are those from among our Human-Family, whom have nothing, while we are able to enjoy, reminisce about, celebrate with persons, possessions, that we hold dear & give our lives meaning.

Just because this person is not a Muslim, or not our “Child”, or not our “Sibling”, or not of our socio-ethnic/socio-cultural background, etc., doesn’t at all make him any less of a Human being…We are all the Creation of Allah, the Creator/Lord of the Universe, the Children of Adam & Eve (Peace be upon them both), which, by definition, makes us all brothers & sisters of one another.(Noble Qur’an: Chpt.4, V.1)

So, when one Human is afflicted with pain or hardship we are all to bleed…While we’re celebrating the blessings & festivities which are `Id/Eid, let’s not also forget those from among our greater Human relatives, whom don’t have anything to celebrate, as a result of some sort of tragedy that has befallen either themselves or their respective loved-ones, communities, nations, etc.

So, at the risk of just rambling, I’ll simply end with a powerful saying, from Muhammad (Peace be upon him), “None of you (truly) believes (in Islam), unless he loves for his brother (Muslim/Fellow-Human) what he loves for himself.”.(an-Nawawi)

Just think about this: based upon that simple-statement, would any of us love for ourselves to be a young-person, away from home, mentally (intellectually) challenged, lost in a huge city, like New York City, without anyone to help us guide our steps, to help us, to secure us from danger?

I’ll let you answer this question for yourself, on your own.

Gareth Bryant/2013

Hurricane-Sandy: The Storm that took us all by surprise:

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For an entire week, New York City was hit with the effects of a hurricane, that knocked it clear off of its feet. Hurricane Sandy, not only rocked NYC, but the entire Eastern-Seaboard of the United States to its very core. Thousands of people without water, heat, or electricity, hundreds who have no place to call home, in the (New York-New Jersey-Connecticut) tri-state area alone. This event, which took place over the last weekend in October, has really brought a brand-new sense of both realty & vulnerability, that none of us could’ve ever anticipated, nor were willing to accept, prior to it.

I mean, even I, myself, who has suffered very little, other than missing a whole week of work, couldn’t have possibly imagined that things would’ve turned out this bad, mainly because the effects of last-year’s Hurricane-Irene was nothing, in comparison to the damage witnessed by this-year’s Hurricane-Sandy-The entire city of New York was at a complete stand-still, the subway-system was completely non-functioning, due to immense underground-flooding, in Lower-Manhattan, South-Brooklyn, and in the Rockaways, Queens, and this has not only been the 1st time in my own lifetime, but the 1st time in the entire century-long history of the New York City subway-system, that it was forced to shut-down completely, as a result of a disaster-Whole blocks & sections of NYC, as well as other parts of the Eastern-Seaboard, look just like war-zones, in war-torn, 3rd-World nations, like Breezy Point, Queens, for example: No exaggeration…it looks as though 20 Hellfire-Missiles descended upon this neighborhood. It’s really sad, how damaging this storm has really become. There are people, whom I even know personally, from NYC itself, who have to re-build their lives, all the way from scratch, literally starting from nothing…from zero.

Now, not to down-play the severity of this natural-disaster, but, there are some serious questions, which must & should be on everyone’s minds, regardless to the severity of how, or if, at all, we were affected by this hurricane:

1. Are we, generally, grateful to Allah, our creator, for our lives & possessions?

2. Are we grateful for surviving the effects of this natural-disaster?

3. Are we of among those whom have been affected, by this natural-disaster, yet, are grateful for things not being worse?

4. Are we empathetic and/or sympathetic towards those who may have either lost life and/or possession?

5. Have we done, or are we going to do anything to offer some type of help to those whom we no who have been affected by this natural-disaster?

If the answer to any of the above questions are no, then, we as individuals, as well as a society at large, have some serious problems-There should not be any one of us whom is not grateful to our creator, for everything that we’ve ever acquired or anything which has been denied us-There should never be any of us whom are not grateful for surviving any mishap or tragedy that befalls us-There should not be anyone among us whom are not reflecting upon the plight of either persons whom we know or don’t know, whom have become victims of this natural-disaster-There should not be any of us whom are not willing & able, or whom have not already stared to, help anyone, whom we know or don’t know love, or despise, in need of any form of assistance.

There are actually several things which this natural-disaster should’ve have taught us all:

1. The recognition & acceptance that Allah, the Creator & Lord of the Universe, is, in all reality, in control of everything & we, as created-things, in all reality, are in control of nothing, we merely have the illusion of control.

2. The recognition & acceptance that just because Allah has chosen to spare us, this year from any form of death or destruction, is absolutely no guarantee that we will continue to be spared, from death or destruction in the next years to come, from becoming a victim to this type & magnitude of a natural-disaster.

3. The dire need to be concerned about, how the “other-half” lives, the condition of the other.

4. The recognition of the severity of what has happened & the need to enact action, in regards to volunteer ourselves for the other, in the path of public-service, during this most tumultuous time, during the aftermath & rebuilding of the regions of America hit by this hurricane.

In closing, this is just a simple advice, primarily to myself & then, to others, that we, as Human beings are obligated by Allah, to be of sincere help to others, in any & every way that we can. So, let us truly do that, starting helping those directly within our midsts, wherever we may be in this world-Just be a person of conscience & positive-action for others.

Thanks for reading,

Gareth Bryant/2012

My thoughts on Yusef Ramelize & his amazing project: “Homeless For One Week”

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Author’s note:
It’s very ironic how in a place like New York City, by far, the wealthiest city on the planet, in Human history, can actually have a significant homeless population. What’s also just as sadly amazing is how so many of us do nothing about it. I mean, sure there’s various organizations & food-banks. But, the real cure to homelessness is through the individual efforts of you & I, regular, everyday, nine-to-five kind of people, who see something within our society that’s a serious problem, and set out to do something about it. Well, fortunately, a very near & dear good Muslim brother of mine has taken on this mighty task, and has been doing something about it, for quite some time. His name, Yusef Ramelize, his efforts, going homeless, for one whole week, to get a serious, authentic sense of how the other half truly lives, in a place like New York City. Every year, during the annual, Islamic, fasting month of Ramadhan, he’s out on the streets, attempting to expose the realities of homelessness, to do his part in helping others whom have been abandoned in many ways, or have gone completely unnoticed by most of us, which is very easy, since many of us get caught in the matrix, of our mundane, nine-to-five lives. However, Mr. Ramelize takes off time from his job, to help expose the need to help people whom he’s never even met, and will probably never meet. With that being said, it is so very important that we support this man’s efforts, because he is truly doing a great thing, for his city, for his country, for his Humanity.

Yusef Ramelize: A great Muslim, a great Human being, with a great mission:

Going above & beyond passionate emotionally soothing talk, of wanting to make a difference, Mr. Ramelize has taken a very honest, pragmatic action, as the Founder and Project Director of the “Homeless For One Week” project, an annual initiative that he had began in 2009, to raise awareness about homelessness in New York City. His plan is to be homeless for one week, every year, during the Islamic fasting month of Ramadhan, while raising money and awareness about homelessness, through video-blogs and interviews.

His amazing humanitarian project, “Homeless For One Week”:

To Mr. Ramelize, the preparation for this particular project is mostly spiritual. The reason is not to mock the homeless; but, rather, it is an excuse to become closer to Allah, in obedience, via reflection about the other, especially during the month of Ramadhan, when reflection, as well as internal & external purification are typically at an all-time high anyway. This project focuses on reflection of how the other half truly lives & is forced to live. Over the past four years, money has been raised, for various Tri-State area based organizations, like, CAMBA (Church Avenue Merchants Block Association), Coalition for the Homeless, as well as Food Bank for New York City, to help spread awareness about the need to help the homeless.
Every year, the money that he has raised, as a result of his amazing efforts, goes to one, or more different charities, that work exclusively to help end homelessness & hunger. This year, he is raising monies for “Muslims Against Hunger”, based in the Tri-State area. Each year, he does something unique, as well, to really encapsulate the homeless-experience, not to patronize or mock the homeless, but, to rather truly know how it feels to have to go day-to-day, without the simplest luxuries, that so many of us either take completely for granted, waste, or both. For instance, last year, he did his “Homeless For One Week” project, without any footwear. The main reason for this was for him to sacrifice simple things, that so many people take for granted, far too often. This project is essentially geared toward consciousness & gratitude for all that we have & to help inspire others to help those who have less and/or nothing in comparison.

One of the main themes that he wants to face head-on are the very unfair & cruel “Stereotypes of the Homeless”: Lazy, shiftless, unskilled, jaded, poor work-ethic, scam-artists, etc. This year, he’s planning to make more of an effort to interact with homeless persons. Weather plays a very significant part in the effectiveness of this project. People don’t realize how weather affects people, who don’t have proper access to food, clothing and shelter. And, as Muslims, we owe it to Allah, then to our fellow man to make the lives of others better.

The positive results yielded thus far:

As a result of Mr. Ramelize’s extraordinary work, for this most noble project, Manhattan Borough President Scott Stringer had honored him, with a proclamation, as “Artist and Activist against Homelessness” and was also nominated as NY1 News’ “Queens, NY Person of The Week”, for his charitable spirit and promotion of awareness through his “Homeless For One Week” project. The “Homeless For One Week” project has been featured in the NYDaily News, NY Post, RT News, The Village Voice, ELAN Magazine, Arabnews.com, America.gov and DNAinfo.com.

Yusef Ramelize’s bio:
Currently working as the Production and Creative Manager
of Informa plc, one of the largest publishing companies in the world.
He holds a BFA in Electronic Design and Multimedia from the City College of New York. In his spare time, Ramelize does freelance marketing projects ranging from print ads for pop culture magazines, catalogs to business logos. In addition, Yusef Ramelize also works on various community projects, such as being the Community Outreach Director for CAMP (Council for the Advancement of Muslim Professionals), and as a Creative Consultant for Elan Online Magazine (A Muslim lifestyle online magazine).

So, in conclusion, if you are at all inspired by the great work, of such a great Human being, then, by all means, please support his noble efforts.

You can help him make a difference, by first visiting his website:

http://www.homelessforoneweek.com


My thoughts about the Rain:

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The Rivers of the Street!!!

When it rains, it pours, as the torrential bathing of New York, keeps us wet & cold.
Winds direct this Rain, to every corner, block & sidewalk; it just does what it’s told.

The day-long down-pour, from the Sky, funnels down avenues & alleyways.
The Storm-Clouds are gray, thick & heavy, with Water; there are no Sun-rays.

At every corner, there’s a junction of the Rivers of the Street.
Storm drains are where all these mighty concrete Rapids meet.

The homeless dwellers, of our underground city, use these rains, to shower.
They only get one chance to get clean; sometimes it rains less than an hour.

For them, these Rains represent hope, that Allah has not abandoned nor forgotten them.
They just take what they can get; it’s nothing to us; to them, the Rain is a precious gem.

So, the next time that we complain, about the Rain, we ought to be more grateful.
This Water, from the Sky, nourishes the Earth, making plants grow big & fruitful.

The next time we get drenched, we should think about our poor, homeless counterparts.
We don’t care how it feels, being at the bottom of the barrel; it doesn’t affect our hearts.

They’re the homeless, living in Train Stations & Sewers; they wait & hope for the Rain.
We ignore them, without realizing that they’re those whose only lifeline is a Storm drain.

Gareth Bryant/2009

My Brooklyn Bridge walking-race:

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Tuesday, Oct. 11, 2011, this day, in which the weather was good like many others days when the weather’s good, I decided to walk the Brooklyn Bridge. This has been my main modality of consistent exercise, for the past 5 years. I’m a pretty in-shape kind of guy because of it, by the way. Also, I’ve been able to increase my general body speed, by constantly challenging myself, to walk even faster, to get across the bridge in a faster time. Not to long ago, I actually managed to walk the entirety of the Brooklyn Bridge in only 20 mins., no joke. But, every once in a while, us fellow New York bridge walkers have a tendency to challenge one another upon our favorite bridges, sometimes out of the thrill to show off how fast we can walk, or simply out of the wanting for healthy competition, either way, we all end up playing the walk-race game, with our fellow bridge-walkers.

But, on this particular Tuesday, as soon as I got on the bridge, and started walking…..this guy, no younger than about mid-40’s just blows past me. As I’m looking behind him, I see him & think to myself, “I can’t let this old Nigga beat me; I gotta get him!!!” (Now, for all of you who are about to bitch & moan about me using the word “Nigger/Nigga”, author’s note: he was a White guy. I’m only using it as a general, common generational term, so kill that noise that you’re about to make…..i.e. calm ya ass down!!!). So, as soon as I get a chance to catch up and exceed him, I immediately take the chance. He sees me walking faster than him, and he recognizes the challenge. There’s no turning back from this point, the race is on.

So, as both of us are going neck-and-neck across the brdige, there’s a hell of a lot of traffic, and it’s difficult to maneuver at times, with all of the damn tourists, people wanting to stop and take the same exact pictures, on  the same exact spot on the bridge that they’ve taken the last time that they were on the bridge. Then, but of course, there’s these mad-dog bikers, who are always complaining about us walkers being in the bike lane, even without being in the actual bike lane. Honestly, if it were up to the bikers, no bridge on Earth would even have walk lanes.

So, we’re still at it, me catchin’ a lil’ 2-foot lead, him coming back and gainin’ a ten-foot lead. this lasted a great majority of our walk. Fortunately, I was able to use the crowds of the people on the bridge to my advantage to loose him at certain parts on the bridge, but he was still on my heels, at every single freakin’ turn!!! But, things got really interesting, as soon as we got over the divide of the bridge, separating Brooklyn and Manhattan. As soon as we crossed that marker divide…..boom…..he pulled out this immediate burst of speed-walking power. I felt like he was Yoda & I was Luke Skywalker, he straight schooled me, yo!!! But, all this time, I was still thinking to myself, “I gotta win against him!!!”. Both of our egos were highly invested into this one-time, random walk-race.

So, as soon as we get close to the second tower of the bridge, the ol’ man does a baller move. He daringly cuts across, to the biker’s lane. I said to myself, “Did the ol’ man really do what I thought he did?!!!” And, lo & behold, he damn sure did. With that move alone, he really caught me off guard, because that one of the most congested parts of the bridge, the parts where the two towers are. People stop, take a whole lot of damn photos, chillax & what not & when you’re trying to time yourself, or when you’re walk-racing against someone, these lame-os will make you slow down & probably loose to your competition, by just loly-gaggin’.

Now, he’s ahead of me by at least ten feet, and we’re about another 5 mins. away from the end of the bridge, this is like 4th-quarter, 2-min. warning action here. If I don’t estbalish a solid lead now, I’ll never beat him. But, then, ironically in my favor, there was like a jet-stream of people from the opposite side, walking on to the bridge towards us. Now, I see a glimmer of hope. I began to gain on him, first 6, then 4, then two feet worth of difference between us.

Then, I see a perfect opening to slip through the crowd and take the permanent lead, which of course I graciously take, within seconds of him taking that lead from me. Now, with the biker & walker lanes so close together & no way to really move out out your lane, or else you’ll bump into a jack-ass of a biker, or end up in conflict with a fellow walker, my lead was all but secure. But this ol’ man is too good for me to let him catch me slippin’, so I used my endurance & youth to consolidate the lead, which really saved me, because trust me, if he were my age, I don’t think that there’s anyway that I could’ve beaten him.

So, as we come to the final part of the bridge, I’m very relieved that I wasn’t embarrassed, by loosing a walk-race to a man literally old enough to be my father. As soon as we got to the end, I had felt like Usain Bolt, when he won his race, thus setting the world’s record as the fastest Human being on record. That’s how happy I felt, it was just a great feeling to just win, even though there’s no medal or prize money. Most often, when your pride is invested in something, winning is much more than enough.

So, as soon as we stopped at the end of the bridge, we couldn’t stop laughing at how much work we put each other through. It was so good to have him as my walking competition. Then we went on our own separate ways. But, that was a very good memory for me, that’s why I’ve decided to write about it. And, honestly, even though I won against him, it’s like he still won, because I actually learned from him while we were walking. So, just a warning…..if you’re in New York City, and you’re walking the Brooklyn Bridge, be careful who you think you can out walk, because I almost lost against an old-timer.

#I’m just sayin’!!!