It was getting late and the bride was drunk. The few remaining guests, spiritless, drummed their fingers on empty dining tables, clear of everything but a smattering of votive candles. They, too, were waiting for the night to end. This particular wedding was in shambles long before the actual unhappy…

Smack dab in the middle of Manhattan, snuggled tightly within a neighborhood of rowdy Irish pubs, low rent juice bars and residential towers, sits the steely Museum of Modern Art. Within and on its stark white walls, a massive collection of contemporary and modern art draws millions of tourists and…

“Toss that bit of hair over your left shoulder. Okay, now look this way. Lower your chin.” “Like this?” “Perfect,” I said, rather enjoying this fashion photographer cosplay. It was a bright Sunday afternoon and I was kneeling on a tufted dining room chair, snapping photos of my client, V. …

“He’s really pissed,” one of the chefs whispered to me. “Great, thanks.” I took a deep breath, chugged a small bottle of water and stepped out onto the floor. “The floor” is what we, in the special event business, call anything that isn’t the “back of house”. …