Category Archives: Photo of the day

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Photo of the day #21

zeide-elias

This is a very cool photograph I was recently sent of my great-grandfather Elías Zack, whom I never met. It must be from the late 20’s or 30’s. Hmmm… interestingly it bears a striking resemblance with a certain photo of mine. It really is pure coincidence. I wonder what else I’ve done that turns out to be totally unoriginal.

One thing I tell you: which version of Photoshop they used for this one, it’s an old one.

Photo of the day #20

Below you can see soccer idol Francisco Javier “El Abuelo” Cruz with my friend Yoni Wapinski. Turns out that sometime in the mid-eighties the players of best Mexican soccer team Rayados de Monterrey came over to my school. Someone snapped this photo and it hung on a wall in Yoni’s room ever since, making all of his friends that came over very envious.

Yoni Wapinski with Francisco Javier El Abuelo Cruz
Yoni Wapinski with Francisco Javier "El Abuelo" Cruz

Yes, the photo is a photo of the original photo, hence my reflection.

Photo of the day #13

Purim 1994
Hot chicks – Purim 1994

Ok, ok, ok. Readers have to admit that it takes very large amounts of self-confidence to post this photo. I will give you a minute to recover from the horror.

Turns out Ziv was going through some old binders full of papers and found this. Or that’s what he claims. I suspect he kept it on his bedside table all this time. I apologize for the low quality image. I’m waiting for Ziv to learn to use a scanner, and that can turn out to be a very long wait.

From left to right: Myself, Leny and Ziv, dressed up as women of the night at the Purim (yes, relax, it’s a costume) party in Monterrey, 1994. I hadn’t seen these photo and let me tell you that 13 years later I’m in shock, but I still have those legs, Leny still has that winning smile and Ziv still has a very hairy back.

At the end, we did not win the costume contest, but we did get many compliments and a few slaps from my grandmothers’ canasta friends while they’d say: “look how cute my granddaughter is”. Good times. Definitely left me scarred for life.

Extra points to the reader that remembers seing this back then. Use the comments!