WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

Take a good look--he’s a legendary mustachioed adventurer answering the call of the wild. A fearless aviator flying his boss 1969 310 P Cessna (well equipt with state of the art Continental IO-470-VO engines & kick-ass ventral fin), he’s the handsome guy next door that women go crazy for, and with the strange exception of dobermans, dogs just love him too. Wearing a ribbed turtleneck, stag wool sweater, action slacks & custom Dingo boots, this studly Magnum carries with him, some extremely precious cargo—a duffle bag packed with a pound of the finest marijuana ever harvested, and an absolutely priceless bottle of 1926 Macallan Scotch. Surely this cold, yet cozy ski weekend will never be forgotten, but it’s ironic that the Paco Camino Man will eventually settle in tropical Oahu, Hawaii, working as a private investigator while crashing in the guest house at Robin Masters estate.

Damn fine listening material. The Knack, "My Sharona," 1979

Vintage Ad: Sheaffer Pen Company, 1970

Damn Fine Reading Material. The Homicidal Virgin, 1960.

Happy New Year. Apparently I've been in a coma for five years.

Jason Bateman would like you to forget this exists.

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He’s a legendary photographer that considers getting stripped down by hot models an occupational hazard. But don’t get this talented lensman wrong, because when it comes to business, he always delivers the money shot. This stud only uses the best cameras--a Nikon F2 Photomic, Leicaflex SLR, Hasselblad 500 C/M and a Honeywell Pentax Spotmatic F, not to mention top-notch lenses like Zuiko's 135mm and Nikkor's 500 mm F/8 Reflex. Plus no shoot is complete without Rollei lighting units, Reflectasol umbrellas, Minolta’s Automater Professional light meter (with a nifty eye-level finder) and of course, Kodak film. The Paco Camino Man. When he shoots, he scores.

Losin' It, 1983

Damn fine summer reading material, 1977.

R.I.P. Roger Moore