PASTERNAK: You will find him in seedy, pitch-black discotecas at night and on pristine,

white beaches at sunrise. An unsolved mystery of tropical rhythm and pulsing

synthesizers. A casual whirlwind of uncut ecstasy and effortless cool. A nocturnal master

of dancefloor intrigue and international beats.

PASTERNAK: What secrets lie behind those sunglasses? Islands from Manhattan to the

Maldives contain no greater complexity than this island of a man. As if surrounded by an

ocean of delight itself, he crafts intricate vessels of sound with which to traverse if never

tame the endless waves of evening adventure.

PASTERNAK: He knows neither shame nor restraint. His only true companion is the

night, his only rival the morning.