This will be the Biographical look at a former Disco Baby and Fashion Model from the late 1970's to early 1980' the present, hope you enjoy the ride as much as I have...

Sunday, September 20, 2015



This is the new look at HAMILTONMODE it will no longer play host to the latest Fashions or discuss people I have only seen from a distance…but rather be a biographical look at William Anthony Hamilton from all his aspects including and not limited to…dancing at Studio 54 to vogueing on the corner in front of Peter Rabbits.  So sit back and enjoy this ride which is WAH just as much as I have.  So let’s begin…

Picture it, Sunday June 4, 1961 Anthony Hastings is born in York, Nebraska to, humph, I don’t know, but was adopted by William and Josephine Hamilton, well there it is, NO NATIVE NY’ER a transplant, that went to become a quintessential New Yorker!  Born to nothingness! Staff Sergeant William Hamilton and his wife Josephine decide to adopt the 16 month old Anthony Hastings, to give him a life that will go down in memory, my memory, nonetheless, but worthy to be told. I do not even remember my Nebraska days, I came alive in Albuquerque, NM at four and half years old living on Wilmore Street SE While my dad was in Germany, life was even fabulous in those formative years I remember being the dad and standing on the dining room table chair telling my mom, “I’m the daddy now,” in those days I remember making my bed and setting the dinner Table which mom taught me to do and every night for dinner I would set the table regardless to what we were having for dinner.  Also, we had a presence at Wilmore; momma swore there was someone buried in the back of the yard.  Anyway, every picture we have of me shows a figure covering me, this “ghost” was not scary and many a night I would be found in the Hallway talking to this figure, my mom would ask, who are you talking to baby and I would just point, in hindsight, I think it was a divine being, what we discussed I know not, my mom being deceased cannot remark on it nor my sister who I do not think remembers.  I found a Love for God, Jesus, Mary, the Saints, Angels at an early age! Thanks to Sister Marie Antoine at San Jose Parochial School.  I will never forget my sister bringing little books of the Saints home and reading them to me, and me sitting in awe when she read that The Little Flower when she died let fall from heaven a shower of Roses, my little mind immediately thought that it rained Roses! Who knew that Saint Therese of Lisieux would become my most favorite of Saints, and who else would know that her shower of Roses was a metaphor for when she died there would be miracles falling from Heaven!

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