Gary Matthews was a Welsh hair dresser from London whom I met in 1985 on Super Paradise Beach, Mykonos. To me, he resembled an impish James Dean and we hit it off immediately before I invited him to my room outside of town where drinks led to disrobing which led to me taking a couple dozen shots of him in various states of undress. The week was idyllic; we stayed in touch and eventually met up again in Key West a year later. We eventually lost contact, and although I have tried locating him, I fear he may not have survived the AIDS epidemic. After sharing the story with my followers on social media, I received an outpouring of support from those identifying with our experience. I've received dozens of messages offering assistance in the search for him, but sadly, all to no avail.