i use to heart ny more...

I met Ray Sakata (aka Buck now) back when I worked at Charivari, across from the Museum of Natural History. Coincidently we also worked at Macy's together later. (I was the Manager of Mans Suits and he a Sales Specialist at Ralph Lauren Home.)
Ray is part Japanese and part Brazilian. Or so he told me, Brazilians being cool at the time.

"My mom's Japanese and she was born in Hawaii. She met my father—they were part of this pot-smoking vegetarian commune, anti-fur, trying to be all about one with earth. Then my dad went corporate and went to work at the Mead notebook company. They got divorced when I was five. My mom moved to Jackson Heights."

Ray has always been an actor. Not that I have seen him in any movies or plays. But he has always acted. All the time.

In your latest film, Physical Education, you play a coach chloroformed by his students after you torture them on the track.
My debut. It was one of the top sellers by Todd.

The DeadGuysCinema website says, "This movie . . . contains graphic images of implied rape and murder." Is this like demonlover, where everyone wears French clothes and goes to Mexico on a secret plane to be filmed in a jail cell wearing a hood?
We made Physical Education in New Jersey. We're not making them in Russia and killing people. It's all implied. There's no penetration. I'm usually nude. I've developed a cult following because of it. People recognize me on the streets. Before, I was a manager at Saks—DKNY. I've been in retail mostly. I worked at Charivari. I was a salesperson there after Marc Jacobs. I worked on 57th, then ended up on 72nd.

Ray lives on the UWS in a studio, same neighboorhood as Lennon once did and Sigourney now does. The studio is small, even for NY standards, yet he made it feel larger.

"I painted this apartment like Monica's on Friends. She had it lavender and then the moldings were green. The ceiling was like a fuchsia. I took the same three-color scheme but did it yellow, green, periwinkle blue. Everyone said it would make it look small. But I love the colors. "

I remember wonderful Christmas parties there filled with impossible-to-imagine-how-this-group-got-together people...
I miss those days...