Lance Reynald

Born in Texas, He is the only son of his parents brief marriage. Raised by his father and stepmother in Washington,DC he spent his childhood years shuffled through several private schools in the DC area, always finding himself on the outside of the grammar school social scene. Briefly attended workshops at the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop and the Corcoran School of Art. Attended liberal arts classes at Georgetown University, taking particular interest in theology and literature. Impatient with the structure of academia he supported himself with a series of odd jobs over the years. He has sold chocolates, fetish apparel, worked as a photostylist, makeup artist, barista, stockboy, art framer, telemarketer, hair designer, product consultant for cosmetics, freelance interviewer and contributing writer for online zines and may even rank as the worst waiter you’ve ever had (that gig only lasted two weeks, it was a pathetic attempt at hospitality services).

He has traveled extensively and is most comfortable with one carryon bag and a valid passport; stylishly vagabonding. Over the years he has briefly set the bag down in NYC, Paris, Madrid, Montreal, Santa Fe, Boulder, Toronto and for the moment Portland, Oregon.

Mr. Reynald has an affinity for vanilla lattes, dirty martinis, the works of Faulkner, Kerouac and Burroughs, the smell of imported cigarettes in fine woolens, the photography of Doisneau and Brassai and what some regard as the worst taste in early 80s Brit Pop.

He also likes Krylon black spraypaint in an assortment of finishes.