MANHATTAN SOCIETY REPORT

The Society Show & the Straw that Stirs the Drink

Welcome back, my friends
to the show that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend!
Come inside! Come inside!

There behind a glass
stands a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell, or Earth
(Chorus)
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo....
Emerson Lake & Palmer from Karn Evil 9: First Impression, Part Two

The Society Show, much like Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus, has a unique cast of chracters all its own. Whether your view is that of an insider or from the outside looking in a circus may certainly seem to be the appropriate analogy. The Players?   Socialites, Publicists, Philanthropy, Fashion, Cocktails, Photographers and Press galore, all interwoven in a mix that writer Michael Gross  previously referred to as Social Life in a Blender. (Photo: R Couri Hay at a Holiday Musicale at the home of Janna Bullock on the Upper East Side of Manhattan by Gregory Partanio for Manhattan Society.com)

In modern day New York we still find remnants of the old guard, a veritable self-appointed society mafia who consider themselves part of the existing social order. Behind the scenes they serve as gatekeepers in an attempt to insure some antiquated notions of preserving the public trust that went out with Edith Wharton's, the Age of Innocence. And some think that this is rather unfortunate. Preservation of exclusivity, style and a regal element is certainly in the best interests of "the Show" but I am not sure whether all aspects are necessary or helpful. Afterall, excluding those with large checkbooks, however, is philanthropically shortsighted, if not foolish.

The similarities between "Made Men" in the Mafia and "Socialites" as accepted within the existing social hierarchy is uncanny. Case in point, Lorraine Bracco, none other than Dr. Melfi from the Soprano's is one of the more active (in a meaningful way philanthropically) ladies on Manhattan's social circuit these days. Daughter Stella Keitel, from her "relationship" with Harvey Keitel (one of this writer's favorite actors along with Pacino & DeNiro) appears to be following suit. The making of a "Socialite" is either an evolutionary process or by birth right. When a Socialite gets "whacked", however, she may just find herself banished to Page 6 infamy where ironically she can perhaps become more infamous and notorious many of those attempting to preserve the existing social order. Maybe she can ever cross over in to "Celebutante" status, see Paris Hilton.  Once a celebrity or a celebutante maybe she will even be welcomed back into the fold, even if the Co-op Board of the Luxury 5th Avenue apartment buildings banish her to East of Park or worse yet midtown.

"The List" is undoubtedly in flux but evolving as a result of a variety of factors. For one, there is commericalism and a proliferation of local print and online media domestically and internationally, covering the phenomenon of "Society", each with their own take on it and a reality TV based culture looking for more "celebs" of the moment. As a result, you will find reality TV stars making grand entrances or glorified appearances around the city at charity and cultural events posing as actual celebs, often with their own publicists in tow. "Oops, sorry I did not see you on the Apprentice. I just noticed that you had err uh uh "nice cupcakes". So since you were fired by the Donald, what else have you been up to?" Oh it wasn't Donald? Oh yeah I forgot Martha Stewart had a show also."

Secondly, there is also the never ending infusion of international monied classes into Manhattan from around the world which has further led to an expansion of what is considered "the List".  For that reason alone, it appears "the List"  largely depends on who's making it and how much actual fundraising one would like to accomplish. That perhaps explains why David Patrick Columbia's list differs from that of Jason Binn or Amy Sacco's at Bungalow 8 or for that matter Suzanne Bartsch at Happy Valley. If nothing else, it proves that no matter how cool you are, not everyone will ever think that you are cool enough to be on their list. The fact is that on any given night almost anyone can be summarily turned away out of the blue and made well to feel sort of like a Gatecrasher or a "Shaggy" (a.k.a., a shaggy haired party crasher extraordinaire with a hair line resembling a french poodle and notoriously questionable hygiene who has become infamous for his ability to sniff out an open bar on any given night in Manhattan).  Believe me I know. There is many a list that I am not on and it does not bother me, as much as it amuses me. If I have learned anything in life it is that doors open when you least expect them to and also when you are not preoccupied with having them open. I am simply more curious that there so many actual doors to open.

Society even has its own Hired Papparazzi, which are referred to as "celebrity" photographers. A designation which I informally received myself despite the fact that I photograph exclusively the world of philanthropy: socialites, business leaders, politicos, philanthropists and much less actual hollywood celebrities.  With this style of photography permission is implicit.  Jumping out of bushes is not necessary nor is a zoom lens to capture them from 1,000 feet. That would be impersonal, impolite and inefficient but also rather unnecessary.  Par for the course is full length close ups from close range to capture fully the magnificient coture designs that often these ladies are paid or asked to wear to important events.  Sure its about being seen but being seen in Vera Wang, Douglas Hannant, Ralph Lauren, Lily Pulitzer etc etc. In New York, it is certainly about who you know, who you are and what you do or have done but, it is also very much about who's designs you wear. In many cases, what you find the upwardly social wearing may very well exceed the net worth of some small countries, much less those photographing them.

If I had 15 Minutes while I was Out & About to take a stroll down the Avenue to peruse the beautiful Young on the Guest List at this week's hottest event, in a Quest to figure out how A, let's call him Andrew,  knows B, lets call him Ben (a blonde bomber who is often gawked at and is anything but a "Gatecrasher" and usually always on the List), is also connected to C, I probably would not need to ask Richard Johnson for the Lowdown or check Page 6 to confirm that the straw that stirs the drink behind many a society cocktail is none other than C, simply meaning Couri or R Couri Hay, publicist, columnist and man about town. Flamboyant? Sure. Aggressive? Perhaps at times. But, is he effective? Most definitely.  R Couri Hay is a Social Maestro, an integral cog in the wheel of philanthropy and high end social life in New York City, often conducting the flow of publicity by cultivating relationships with the press leading them to a story before, during and after events in this town.  Much like a magician or puppeteer, even when he is not present, or you cannot trace his fingerprints to a story it is his work or that of his able bodied staff, that may often be at play.  Couri certainly seems to have his competition with the growing ranks of trust fundafarian socialite/publicist/event planners each of whom have carved out a special niche and clientele in  the world of fashion and philanthropy. Ironically enough they can often be seen mixing about in the same social shark tank eyeing their prey, networking with the over networked.  Air kisses aside it is not surprising that there is a juicy under current of cattiness, envy and pretense as well as some ruthless competition, except I am not a gossip so that is as far as I will go with this. Then again, sometimes you find them working in concert at or behind the scenes for the same organization, never really sure how or who is being compensated for what is transpiring.

This may seem like a critique of the social system in place in New York, Palm Beach and the Hamptons. I can only truly speak for New York City, in particular the Island of Manhattan. To the contrary, "the Show" is a necessity for fashion, philanthropy, arts and social life to thrive and flourish in this town. Without "the Show" New York would really not be New York. If you think a drink is a drink and that clothes are merely cloth to cover your weary limbs perhaps you do not understand or comprehend what is at play here.  Hollywood has celebrity. New York has Society. No doubt, a merger of the two seems to be evolving to some degree, but not entirely, as more and more Hollywood celebrity types become omniprescent on the New York social scene mixing among the cities socialities, philanthropists and business leaders. Perhaps this is a wise move for those in the entertainment business who find themselves between sitcoms, film roles or on the downward side of a career cycle in an attempt to keep their name in the headlines if not the social pages.  The star system in New York, however, is a tad different than it is in Hollywood and the flavor a bit more up close and personal. Not everyone can handle it.

Hollywood celebrities often require civilian guests and press to remain at an uncomfortable arms length distance which can take away from the intimacy of an event. I recall being almost knocked to the ground by an overzealous body guard several years ago inside the tent at Tavern on the Green at a benefit for the Fresh Air Fund. The reason? I was a guest, without a camera (yes there was a time Chris London, B.C., before camera) within 50 feet of Mariah Carey (who by the way in my estimation looks alot better now with more junk in the trunk and on the grill as well) who was coming in with an entourage and my back happened to be to the entrance.

It is the illusive but accessible quality of "the socialite" that gives her a powerful star like draw which in many cases exceeds that of celebrities. Ask any event planner what it means in New York City to have Amanda Hearst, Lydia Hearst or Gillian Hearst in attendance at your social event with or without Anne Hearst and the man who wrote the quintessial modern New York novel which brought the world's focus to an element of New York Nightlife in his book Bright Lights Big City, Jay McInerney. Beauty, wealth and education seem to enhance one's pedigree whether you trace your roots to the Mayflower, 5th Avenue, the Hamptons, Palm Beach or even Forest Hills. As one who has photographed many of the leading "stars" of New York Society, the thoughtful photographer must appreciate the need to be creative but efficient in how you photograph them. Do not monopolize their precious time because others will need to photograph them. The Socialite must be permitted to find a comfort zone that enables her to relax and enjoy the event so that the pleasure of her company may be enjoyed by many, including her personal and intimate network of confidants who undoubteldy came to lend their support for the evenings charitable recipient. This is the reason why I will usually keep my dialoque brief and polite wth the Hearst Girls, Debbie Bancroft, Coralie Charriol Paul, Tinsley Mortimer, Allison Aston, Bettina Zilkha, Zani Gugelmann, Alex Lind Rose, Mona Wyatt, Emilia Fanjul Pfiefler (and her office full of model like socialite babes every one stylish, wall mannered and beautiful as the next) etc etc. These women are sexy, beautiful and engaging creatures but frankly they are part of "the show" and last I checked I was not the only one with a ticket.

Society's stars pump up the volume in a look at me way that well says...look at New York. Look at our beautiful venues, great art and architecture and these wonderful charitable organizations, and the people behind them even if it sometimes feels that charity is an afterthought and not the preveiling thought. And yes look at some of the great work of fashion designers being done in the Fashion Capital of the World.  For some reason a highball at McFadden's Pub does not taste quite the same as does a glass of Veuve Clicquot in a Champagne glass at the Park Avenue Armory or on a schmooze cruise aboard The Highlander, the Forbes Family Yacht, in the New York Harbor while flirting with a Hearst, a Forbes or one of the other young, beautiful and upwardly social ladies of Manhattan. For those who Gawk and poke fun at this "scene" recognize, they have also enabled your journalistic career to some degree. Cheers and welcome to 2006 where the show is just getting underway.

AMERICAN LEGACY

On November 11, 2005, Veterans Day in America, I was invited to attend the Danish American Society "Man of the Year" Awards Gala Dinner at the Rainbow Room in Rockefeller Center. Ambassador John L. Loeb, Jr., former Ambassador to Denmark during the first Reagan Administration, a prominent descendant of both the Lehman & Loeb banking families who can trace his family ties in America, back to the 17th century was honored as Man of the Year by the Danish American Society. to see all the photos from the event, click here.

Dignitaries, friends, co-workers/employees and family came to honor this financier, philanthropist, patriot, vineyard owner, art connoisseur (with an extensive Danish Art Collection on exhibit at the Frances Lehman Loeb Center and the Bruce Museum). The evening's highlights included a showing of the colors from both Denmark and the United States followed by the respective national anthems of both countries; heartwarming speeches and most memorably a light hearted biographical film produced by Sharon Handler. The legacy of Mr. Loeb is that of an enlightened American who has achieved high levels of success on so many playing fields in the game of life including business, international affairs, politics and used the station of his success to make meaningful cultural contributions.

Admirably, for a man of such enormous success and accomplishment who's very essence defines what it means to be a "Renaissance Man," what seemed to have enriched his life the most is a profound sense of humility, his love of country, the love, respect and admiration of those around him; his appreciation of art and culture and his devotion to building community and relations between countries. The quiet confident passion of the man self evident, his humility and sense of humor illustrate that Mr. Loeb pursued his path for the love of the journey and not for the accolades which have come his way.

The warmth that filled the Rainbow Room on this particular evening left this writer wanting to be a better man, a better American. Naturally, I became introspective about my relative purpose and the meaning of my life as an American.

What does it mean to be an American? That is a hard question for many. Certainly there are those who have different theories or answers. There are, however, some inescapable truths. Americans are descendants from or former citizens of nearly every country in the world. Americans include those who were born here as well as those who choose to apply and accept the privilege of citizenship. The American who becomes a citizen today is as much a part of the  fabric of American life and culture as those who trace their heritage back to the founding of our country, such as the DAR.  There are challenges and responsibilities that go along with being American. American citizenship is neither to be taken for granted nor is it something that we be arrogant about. The unique position of America in the world today necessitates a broader outlook. To be an American requires that we celebrate our uniquely American traditions, even as we continue to establish them, while embracing the cultures of those which enrich our own, or look to America for leadership on the world stage.

In the melting pot which is New York City, where we all too often proudly exhibit and display our ethnic heritage, do we ever bother to ask ourselves what it means to be an American? My friends often proudly state, "I am Italian, I am Latino, I am African American or I am Jewish", which is all fine and good. But is it not equally important to reflect on and consider the blessing it is to simply be an American? Too nationalistic? Perhaps but that is without any disrespect to the fact that one's ethnic heritage is something to be proud of. With all due respect to my ethnic heritage, the cultural mix which is my blood, and which I am quite proud of for sure, I am first and foremost and American and a New Yorker. 

What is the role of Americans in the world today? To be an American carries with it a responsibility to become an enlightened citizen of the world.  First and foremost it requires that one be a Patriot for America with a focus on building community here at home.  That, however, must be balanced looking forward with a commitment to developing an understanding, a sense of community and appreciation for the cultures which have and continue to contribute to enriching American life. Respect first the many that have died to establish and maintain a free society on American soil. But understand and appreciate that the history of the United States begins with a profound appreciation for the cultures and the people which have and continue to shape the basis of our existence. The American experience is a constant evolution.

The greatest honor that one can have bestowed on them in life is the love and respect of one's peers, family and country men. Ambassador Loeb has succ eeded on all those levels. I am proud to call Ambassador John L. Loeb, Jr., simply an American. His passion, convictions, character and humility make him one that we could do far worse than to emulate. I salute Ambassador Loeb for a life well lived. God bless.

*Note: Thie piece appears in the Manhattan Society Report, Christopher London's Society Column in PRESTIGE MAGAZINE (Asia) in the February issue.

GIULIANI TOWN

A society report of any kind that does not begin or end with the Giuliani's is, in the estimation of this writer, rather incomplete. Rudolph W. Giuliani was recently recognized by New York's top news radio station 1010 WINS at the 1010 Wins 40th Anniversary Gala at Gotham Hall as the most influential newsmaker of the last 40 years. In 2005, 4 years removed from the tragedy of 9/11 and its devastating impact on New York City, and almost 4 years since he left office as New York's Mayor and became America's Mayor, Rudolph W. Giuliani ("Rudy") remains one of the most prominent and respected faces on the Manhattan charity scene. By his side in a very significant way in her own right, is his wife Judith S. Giuliani (the former Judy Nathan). In 2005 at the New York Junior League Winter Ball Ms. Giuliani was honored for her work with Changing Our World, Inc., a national fundraising and philanthropic services company headquartered in New York as well as with other charities. Judy is also a founding member of the board of trustees of the Twin Towers Fund which raised and distributed all of the $216,000,000 to over 600 families and individuals. Contributions to the Fund also created the TTF Scholarship Fund and America's Camp.  Mrs. Giuliani currently serves as the Executive Director of the $100,000,000 Campaign for St. Vincent Catholic Medical Centers in New York.  Mrs. Giuliani does more than "stand by her man"and is very much a force in her own right. (Photo: Judith S. Giuliani & Rudolph W. Giuliani at the Tuesday's Children 2005 Leadership Awards Gala at Cipriani, by Gregory Partanio for Manhattan Society.com)

An incomparable tandem, the Giuliani's are the quintessential New York power couple. More than merely serving as charismatic leaders, the Giuliani's have and continue to make a profound difference to the fabric of urban life and the lives of New Yorkers on a daily basis. While the Giuliani's are certainly outfront, most often as headliners, their service to our community is not limited to speaking engagements at grand events. Whether serving on boards of charities with worthwhile goals, sponsoring fundraisers for other organizations, speaking or serving in a motivational capacity, their involvement has a multiplier effect. The Giuliani's not only sell tickets but they inspire further good deeds. That you do not constantly see them on certain "Society pages" is hardly relevant. Whatever they do and wherever they go it is NEWS.

Case in point, the Giuliani's recently attended a benefit to support Tuesday's Children where their commitment to New York was lauded by the charitable organization's founder:

"Four years ago Mayor Giuliani made a promise that he would stand behind the families of 9/11," said Chris Burke, president and founder of Tuesday's Children Foundation. "He has never waivered in that commitment. For the families of  9/11 and indeed the world, Mayor Giuliani has become a symbol of strength and hope. Like our families, he knows that healing comes with time and through persistence and determination. Today in large measure because of his leadership, New York City is stronger than ever and our 9/11 families are on the road to recovery. As both a family member and president of this organization, it is my honor and privilege to present Mayor Giuliani and the New York Mets with the Tuesday's Children Leadership Awards for 2005," concluded Burke.

Mayor Giuliani said,"Nothing can ever completely fill the void in our hearts created by 9/11. As a nation and as a city, we can rebuild with bricks and mortar. But for those who lost loved ones that day, rebuilding lives is a much more difficult task. And that is why Tuesday's Children is so important. Its programs provide strength, guidance and a clear path to a happier future for thousands of families. And while I am proud to receive this Leadership Award tonight, I am still humbled at the strength, resilience and faith of so many who lost so much that terrible day four years ago."

New York is my home town. My respect for Rudy Giuliani is rather personal. The soul of the man is evident in all that he does. If  that is not confirmation enough, all you need do is get up close and personal, shake his hand and look in his eyes. The qualities of a loving but fearless leader are ever present. That he found Judith is a well deserved blessing. If that sounds too corny than you obviously have never met the man.

Certainly there are those who may have disagreed with certain aspects of his leadership style prior to 9/11. Those people, however, are quick to forget the challenges which Mr. Giuliani overcame to govern.  Rudy Giuliani inherited a metropolis in decline. Mr. Giuliani's assumption of the Mayoralty of New York City in the 1990's was probably the single biggest factor in the rebirth of New York City. He redirected the fortunes of a city which too many of his predecessors, some of whom were more "beloved" politicians, deemed ungovernable. They failed before they even started. I and many others shudder to imagine what might have been had Rudy Giuliani had not been our Mayor on that fateful day of  September 11, 2001. Furthermore, he cared enough about the legacy of New York to expend personal and political capital to assure that an individual with sound fiscal and administrative leadership qualities would serve as his successor.  In the aftermath of 9/11, what New York needed was a CEO who could make tough political decisions, decisions that might infuriate both Republicans and Democrats. The current Mayor, Michael Bloomberg for all his fortune might never have had the opportunity to inherit the Mayoralty absent Mr. Giuliani's endorsement.

Leadership is in the details. I salute Rudolph W. Giuliani, not just for serving as a charismatic and inspirational leader or for rescuing New York City twice but also for paying attention to the details and for continuing to give back to the community when it would have been far easier to rest and enjoy the comfort zone from the income generated by his consulting firm, Giuliani Partners. So while Michael Bloomberg has just been re-elected to a second term with most New Yorkers saying "mazel-tov" in providing his landslide victory over Fernando Ferrer, New York City is still Giuliani Town to me.

*Note: This column also runs in my Society Column in the December Holiday issue of Social Life Magazine (New York) and PRESTIGE Magazine in Asia (Singapore, Hong Kong, Thailand, Indonesia & Malaysia)

FRIDAY: The Social Sabbath

Friday night for me is generally the social sabbath. Once I leave my office rarely will you find me any place but the temple for my body or resting in the solitude of my apartment, alone in my bed on Friday evening. Navigating the work week and divying up the social calendar with Gregory in order to make it to Friday with my sanity in tact is a weekly exercise. As many New Yorkers know, unlike other cities, Friday Night is usually the least important of the social networking nights around town.

Social Life in Manhattan can be overwhelming at times. The volume of private parties, special events and charitable fundraisers is seemingly limitless, especially of late with the NYC Relief for Hurricane Katrina fully underway. What one chooses to patronize is a function of your interests, values, goals as well as obviously your level of access, not to say anything of whatever spare time and energy you have left after working like a typical New Yorker, which is quite hard. For many, not being on the list or being able to get in becomes the raison d' etre for going to a certain event. I am convinced that the success of certain events in this town is purely a result of a short guess list and then publicizing or leaking it to the world at large only to provide event planners and publicists the option to choose from among those who angle or beg for inclusion. (Photo: Shaun Rose, Alicia Post & Joe Richards of Fuel For Truth and Chris London at the recent American Red Cross fundraiser at Rock Candy for Victims of Hurricane Katrina sponsored by Theorice which raised nearly $10,000)

The week started out in promising fashion with a cocktail party to celebrate the 40th Anniversary of the D&D Building. But, it was also Fashion Week, the United Nations was in session and it seemed like every dignitary on the planet was in the city for that or for the Clinton Global Initiative. Leave it to Bill Clinton to figure out how to remain the leader of the free world, a President without borders, wielding more power out of office than he had in office.  An extraordinary volume of partying and fundraising continues around our town for victims of Hurricane Katrina. The most prevalent symbol on the New York social scene has been the logo of the American Red Cross. Even if some believe that "Charities Are For Suckers" and that Hurricane Katrina Relief should be best left to the federal government, the level of fundraising activity rivals that of post 9/11. Ironically four years later as we contemplate rebuilding the Gulf Coast region and New Orleans, there is still an empty space where the Twin Towers once stood. What really disturbs me beyond the obvious is the incompetence of a host of regional politicians who have not made rebuilding the towers a greater priority. As if traffic around town was not jammed enough, The Feast of San Gennaro on Mulberry Street contributed to the sense that everything important was in New York City all at once.

New York is buzzing yet I have remained a voyeuer on the sidelines for much of the past week, sucking up the news online and in the newspapers. I have been feeling somewhat introspective of late and desirous of greater intimacy than the volume of large scale events around town seem to provide.  When I walked out of my office to get another Starbucks coffee on Friday, I could not help but notice how the Sheraton hotel which was location for the CGI was guarded like Fort Knox.  So what did I do? I opted to mix amongst friends in more intimate settings.

On Thursday Night I was invited by friend, Susan Shin of "Shin Advisors" to cover The Grand Opening of the the Sara Tecchia Roma-New York Gallery on West 20th Street. The evening featured Water Flames by Makoto Fujimura. Mr. Fujimura's Water Flames Exhibition will continue through October 23rd with Artist Talk "A Journey Behind Water Flames" scheduled for October 7th from 7-9 PM. The vibe in the gallery was superb, a great mix of art connoseurs and a beautiful and ecelectic array of uptown and downtown movers and shakers who mixed, mingled and enjoyed the Oriel Wine served along with yummy passed hors d'ouevres. Afterwards, a cocktail party and a spectacular home style gourmet Italian dinner was held upstairs at Fiamma in Soho for friends of the gallery, and I am pleased to report that that I concur with the excellent reviews that Fiamma has already previously received. (Photo: Sara Tecchia, Makoto Fujimura & Susan Shin)

On Friday evening, I broke my cardinal rule and head to FIZZ to meet Mona Wyatt and friends for an intimate gathering to celebrate her birthday. The bubbly was poured, Veuve Clicquot to be precise, and we toasted the sexy and philanthropically inclined red head who admirably used her birthday to raise funds for one of her favorite charities, Stages of Learning. The three additional Bombay Sapphire gimlets on the rocks that I added to the bubbly made for a long slumber on Saturday. But you know I am feeling happy and relaxed when I order the Bombay ;-)  (Photo: Dawn Palo, Mona Wyatt & Christine Cachot) more photos

*Note: Look for links to the full photo albums soon. Sorry for the delay.

HAMPTONS COLOR WARS: Color me "Blue"

Fashionably late is what I am. That is what I was thinking while anxiously doing some last minute shopping for lavender and periwinkle colored shirts at the Polo store in Southampton. Why? I had to have my colors before the weekend’s festivities. Adult "color wars" are representative of the fabric of the values and culture out east much in the same way that color war was for me as kid at Summer Camp. How else can I explain my inability to comprehend the big picture? Some say the bell goes off in the Hamptons on Memorial Day. Still others insist that it is the opening weekend of a key benefit or the commencement of Polo. I won’t argue as to when the Hamptons color wars get started. It is only clear that when they end is after the Hamptons Classic. Showmanship is an extension of the art and spirit of philanthropy and social revelry in the Hamptons. If event planners and designers are going to do their part in creating the perfect backdrop, then the least that I can do is choose my colors appropriately. (Photo: Anne Hearst, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., Amanda Hearst & Randy Hearst at the BLUE Benefit.)

When I was 10 years old, my parents sent me along with my brother Gregory to Summer Camp. Camp Good News is located in the Sandwich area of Cape Cod. The campgrounds are situated opposite Otis Air Force Base. Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket are only a short Ferry ride away. My summers were very Kennedy'esque even though they were spent on grounds which were far more humble than the Kennedy Compound in Hyannisport. We too, however, we learned the spirit of competition, sportsmanship, the importance of our maker and the values of responsibility, respect, honor and community. What was most memorable, however, from those summers in New England, was color war. Color war was an annual ritual which was symbolic of the values building experience of the Camp.(Photo by: CL, Jay McInerney, Anne Hearst, Kerry Kennedy & Laurie & Larry David) 

Almost upon arrival at Camp shortly before Independence Day the buzz among experienced campers or "old timers" (those for whom this was not their first summer) was about color war. Competition was sized up in all athletic endeavors from the softball field, the lake and the rifle and archery ranges. "Wow you can really hit, I hope you end up on our team this summer." Color war is an event where the camp was divided in two teams to compete in sports, spirit, and sportsmanship over the course of three days, culminating in an awards ceremony. At my camp, we never knew precisely what day it would begin. The exact date was kept a secret but we were advised that it would begin with a bell being rung followed by the rallying cry "Odie Baloney let's go" on a loudspeaker by our Head Counselor who was known as "Oakie" for obvious reasons. Let's just say he was not a New Yorker. I can still remember went that bell first went off. It was approximately 4:30 a.m. before the crack of dawn. We stumbled out of our bunks, cabins emptied and ran to the reporting line in PJ's, shorts and t's, sweats and in some cases just underwear. When everyone finally made it to the line, the team that got its whole team together first was awarded the first points and got to give their rallying cry. My brother's team won."Give me an L, give me a yell, give me a good successful yell...and when we yell we yell like a bell and this is what the heck we yell aleman aleman alemande agle sandy eagle ...baby in a high chair...who put him up there...ma...pa...sis boom ba.... Iguana's Iguana's rah rah rah" (Photo: Roopal Patel, Frederick Andersen, Lorraine Bracco & Douglas Hannant)

On Saturday, August 13th, Anne Hearst & Lorraine Bracco hosted The Riverkeeper’s Blue Benefit overlooking a gorgeous east end backdrop from the grounds of Anne Hearst’s Watermill Estate, Ash Grove Farm. On a humid afternoon, spacious open white tents were surrounded by a thematic display of Periwinkle “Blue” table clothes atop white cocktail tables and chairs situated on perfectly landscaped grounds, with deep green grass. Amanda Hearst, Riverkeeper's junior committee chair co-hosted the event. Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. was among the featured speakers. Celebrity guests included Larry David & Lorraine Bracco. The utter perfection of this thematic blend of classic colors with those of the environment was not lost on me nor was the effort undertaken to make it so; kudos to Linda Shapiro and her team. Proceeds from the event and the private dinner party held afterwards at the home of Lorraine Bracco raised $150,000 for both Riverkeeper and Peconic Baykeeper. (Photo: R Couri Hay, Pamela Fiori & Roger Webster)

Whereas other events might have wilted in such heat and humidity, the Passion of a Kennedy, combined with the beauty and hospitality of the Hearsts made this evening one of the more special and memorable ones for me in the Hamptons this summer. Anne and Amanda Hearst are two of the most charming and approachable people of American Aristocracy. (Photo by Richard Lewin: Luigi Tadini, Amanda Hearst & Christopher London)

It has everything to do with politics and nothing to do with politics. One need not share Mr. Kennedy’s political agenda environmentally to have a profound appreciation for the passion and conviction coursing through his veins. To have an opportunity as I did to listen to a Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. speech within reaching distance was a privilege I will always remember. His emphasis that our values as a people are tested in the choices that we make in terms of preservation of our environment and water ways in the face of modernization and development is one I am very much in agreement with. Listening to Mr. Kennedy’s impassioned and well reasoned pleas to take meaningful steps and actions towards preservation of the environment one cannot help but think of the historical significance; the travesty it has been for this country and our people as a whole to have been robbed of what many consider America’s elected royal family, a family that has devoted it’s life to public service, from the White House, the Congress to serving as an agent of change for the people. Without public servants of this ilk the important works of a generation may not even ever get pursued, much less accomplished. To that end I salute Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. for remaining in the game on an issue of importance to our ultimate health and survival as a people.

Just a few weeks before, admidst a backdrop awash in Lavendar on the grounds of the Simmons East Hampton Estate for the Art For Life Benefit over $1.35 million was raised. Lavender which was the chosen color to collaborate with nature and the guests did their part to blend in. Contrast that with the Southampton Hospital’s 47 Annual Party, “Summer Safari” which used Safari colors to raise more than $1.5 million. The 3rd Annual White Party Clambake for the Cantor Fitzgerald Relief Fund on the dunes of Indian Wells Beach in Amagansett cast a sea of white on the shores of one of the Atlantic's most pristine beaches with the American Flag blowing in the wind. If nothing else is clear it seems that color themes are ultimately very much a part of the bottom line when swimming in the social game of philanthropy out east. To see photos from these events click here

Better to be fashionably late, than never. It is clear that you must know your colors and wear them appropriately. Speaking of being fashionably late, another one of the more colorful benefits was the Young Friends of the MIPC Hawaii Five-0 Summer Party to benefit Dr. Robert Cancro and the NYU Mental Ilness Prevention Center at the Estate of Anna Anisimova which attracted a beautiful crowd of Wall Street Professionals, models, socialites and Hamptons players. The event was Co-Chaired by my friends Ron Sylvestri and Nichole Wright, among others. Gregory captured the essence of that event. To see photos from that event, click here. (Photo by Gregory Partanio: Ana Anisimova & Dr. Robert Cancro)

Thank you for reading my column in Social Life Magazine this summer. For those of you back in Manhattan please note that on September 22, 2005, I will be Co-Hosting along with Allison Weiss and Chad Burkhardt “The Most Unique Cocktail Party & Auction” at the Forbes Galleries to raise money for the Community Coalition. For more information, go to www.thecommunitycoalition.org Tickets are still available. Please call 610-415-1167. Hope to see you there. All Photos by Manhattan Society.com photographers, Gregory Partanio (PrinceGregory@manhattansociety.com /718-614-7740 ) & Christopher London except as otherwise noted.

Hamptons Hype vs. Artful Living

The spirit of philanthropy is in full bloom and very much alive and well on the east end this summer. It is an annual Hamptons ritual. Cocktails and check writing in grandiose settings filled with beautiful people, dressed in the finest clothes, casual but stylish. I prefer it myself over the urban black tie. "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" are distilled to an art form in the Hamptons. From Southampton to Easthampton the most affluent who regularly compete against one in another in the game of life on the streets, boardrooms, court rooms and exchanges of the big city bring their friendly competition to see who can give away the most money on the east end of Long Island. From Memorial Day to Labor Day the social calendar is full with a multitude of worthwhile common causes, community and charitable events benefitting those less fortunate. (photo; Betsey Johnson & Lulu Johnson modeling Michelle Farmer designs)

The challenge to the social and charitably minded consumer is how to choose from and between an array of grandiose parties, many of which would shame the Great Gatsby. The social calendar was jammed last weekend. I decided to narrow my social menu to that which was a bit more intimate. On Saturday afternoon, Pebbles Jewelers at 79 Main Street in East Hampton hosted a Champagne Reception & Trunk Show to view Michelle Farmer's New 2005 Jewelry Collection.

The Group for the South Fork hosted a grand opening reception of the Ezair Gallery on Main Street in Southampton last Saturday night. Friends and supporters included Nicole Miller, Cynthia Rowley, Debbie Bancroft, Douglas Hannant, Gillian Hearst-Shaw, Lydia Hearst, Annie Churchill, Tinsley Mortimer, Luigi Tadini, John Flanagan, Ann Colley, Mary Walker and the Group’s President Bob DeLuca. The opening celebrated artist Wanda Murphy’s premier solo show entitled “The Connection”. Lydia and Gillian Hearst-Shaw bought two of her colorful, linear paintings, which the artist says are a “celebration of life”. The abstracts works the sisters purchased are entitled, “I Think I Know” and “Stillness of My Heart” respectively. (Photo: Lydia Hearst, Amanda Hearst & Gillian Hearst Shaw). To see all photos from the evening, click here

An eclectic array of New York fashionistas, artists, socialites, models and media folk were in attendance including Lisa Gastineau, Nina Griscom, Antony Todd, Jamee Gregory and Peter Gregory, Mai Harrison, Somers White, Bettina Zilkha, Jackie and Francois Astier, Tony Ingrao and Randy Kemper, Gwen Rivers, Amanda Hearst and Winston Lapham, Christian Currie and Kathryn Jennings, All My Children’s Jacob Young, Camille Duvall Hero, artist Michael Perez, Melissa Berkelhammer, event planner Harriette Rose Katz, lighting guru Bentley Meeker, Eva and Brendon Dillon, Ann Washburn, Santiago Gonzalez, Campbell Robertson, Nello Balan and models Ines Misan, Heidi Albertsen and Sonja Wanda, the star of the new Mac cosmetics ad campaign. (Photo: Debbie Bancroft & R Couri Hay)

The reception was followed by a cozey dinner at Nello’s next door to the gallery, the new outpost of Nello’s restaurant on Madison Avenue. On one of the busiest evenings in the Hamptons this summer, in an upscale restaurant in Southampton, the bold, the beautiful and the buzz was most certainly here. Proceeds from the sales of the artist’s works from the run of the show are being donated to the Group for the South Fork, the Hamptons only local professionally-staffed environmental advocacy and education organization committed to the preservation of natural resources in East Hampton, Southampton, and Shelter Island since 1972.

Murphy’s figurative paintings are a celebration of her own spiritual journey. Her abstract works have been compared to Chagall and Modigliani. Murphy’s ethereal figures express the struggle between human desires and spiritual evolution. The paintings explore the intimacy between the dream state and reality, expressing a direct connection with divine energy. The nurturing female figures float in a state of grace bathed in the white light of hope, healing and love. (Photo: Nicole Wright, Melissa Berkelhammer & Wanda Murphy)

Wanda says of her art, “I’m trying to bring abstraction and linear together to form what’s called linear abstraction.” She says she is trying to connect people, their passion, and the universe together as one in an attempt to deal with the struggle between spirituality and desire. Murphy feels it is important to live, love, and enjoy each day because life is a great gift. “We ought not to look back at the past or look forward to the future. We should live in the present.” Murphy brings the universal message: You are loved. Murphy has exhibited her paintings across America and Europe.   Her paintings are on permanent display at the Ezair Gallery at 136 Main Street, Southampton, N.Y., the gallery’s flagship at 905 Madison Avenue, New York City, and both the Kenneth Raymond Gallery and the Galleria Royale, which she owns, in Boca Raton, Florida. Murphy is set to open her second gallery in Miami this winter. For more information, please call Murphy’s dealer Marianna Bego for an appointment at 631-204-0442.

While I was comfortably ensconced in my own realm in the Village of Southampton, a multitude of publicists worked behind the scenes to make sure that their client's shindig did not go unnoticed. Pulling crowds from one venue or event to another seems to be the norm. My cell phone was ringing non-stop. "Chris, where should I go? "What's happening at Polo? You going to Sale Johnson's bash at Tavern?" Yeah, I know Tamie Peters and Christiaan McPherson asked me to stop by. Some group called the Elvis White Band is performing right? "Do you know about the party of the Dream Team of Doctors in Wainscott organized by Jane Scher?" Yes. "Lizzie Grubman and her boyfriend Chris Stern are up here........but while the scene is pretty mellow the booze is flowing , hors d'oeuvres are delectable and Dr. Jennifer Jablow is freaking hot!" "Who's going to the party at Madame Tong's JL Beach Club in Southampton?" "What about the Boys Harbor Fireworks?" Anyway, catch you later Chris, I gotta go get another drink. (Photo: Chris Stern & Lizzie Grubman)

The opening day for Bridgehampton Polo had to be one of the Hamptons most over hyped spectacles. I personally received essentially the same Press Release from no less than 3 different publicists hyping the upcoming festivities. Ralph Lauren with his Polo label was perhaps the first to encapsulate and package the 50's American WASP lifestyle via his "Polo" label. Similarly, Bridgehampton Polo has been pre-packaged in a seductive manner utilizing the country backdrop of the Hamptons in an effort to create a perfect picture of socialization among the affluent. The only problem is Bridgehampton Polo does not capture the essence of bygone era in the Hamptons or anywhere else.  Marketeers have rather replaced the lounge or "club" with an upscale outdoor venue in the country, among horses and horsemen and a game that is not even the focus or of interest to many of the revelers. For me the Polo lifestyle is limited to having 20% of my wardrobe from my Ralph Lipschitz, aka Ralph Lauren, King of the schmattas from Brooklyn.

While I was intriqued by the prospect of logging some observation time and stomping the divots at Polo, much like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, the decision was made for me when I responded to the Press Release/Invitation for Bridgehampton Polo. First my reply was ignored. I replied again and then was advised that this was a closed "list" event. It was curious why I was repeatedly sent Press Releases/Invitations to an event which I was not invited to cover and ultimately denied access to "the list" for Polo by the social empressarios at Strategic Group (Noah Tepperberg & Jason Strauss), the Lawlor Media Group and a firm called East Side PR.

To Norah Lawlor's credit, I did actually get a phone call apologizing and was extended an invitation to another grand opening party for Madame Tong's at JL Beach Club in Southampton, yet another enterprise of Eddie Kleefield, aka Jean Luc. Only in America can a chubby guy with orange glasses change a nice yiddisha name to something a tad more euro and goyish no less and become a massive success. What the JL restaurants have become mostly known for, however, is attracting the quintessential Hamptons scene of young attractive professionals and entrepreneurs. The social vibe is paramount, and it is actually quite good. The consumption of food secondary. The food, at Madame Tong's at JL Beach Club, which I have re-confirmed with several sources is entirely average, and reminiscient of the 1980's inspired Polynesian lounges serving poo poo platters like the Hong Kong in Harvard Square or the former AKU AKU in Kenmore Square, near BU where I went to college.

I certainly have hedonistic tendencies and thus love a good party, good cocktails and beautiful women and surroundings as much as anyone. But how do you know whether to believe the hype about anything out here? In the Hamptons, if you believe the hype, you can make yourself crazy. As there always seems to be something cooler or more worthwhile than wherever you plan to be. The sad part is that some people actually believe that and spend their entire weekend perpetually in transit searching for that illusive "best scene."

Life for me is made up of the little moments. People, conversation, good libations and intimate and eclectic atmosphere. On Saturday evening, I found that courtesy of Couri Hay, my friends Mona Wyatt, philanthropic banker and urban athlete Dawn Palo and her friend, one of America's Best Doctors, Dr. Curtis W. Slipman (Director, Penn Spine Center. Chief, Division of Muscoskeletal Rehabilitation) who over dinner and drinks at Nello's gave my brother, Manhattan Society.com Photography Editor, Gregory Partanio, some well needed referrals and advice concerning repair and treatment of his herniated disks. (Photo: Mona Wyatt, Nello Balan & Heidi Alberston)

I glimpsed briefly at photos taken by social shutterbug Rob Rich, and realized that other than Owen Wilson, the Butterscotch Stallion, I did not miss much at Bridgehampton Polo . In fact, I received several emails from disappointed female contingent saying that all they saw was a bit of a busted club scene of pretenders, and "allegedly" rich guys in toupee's posing with models at Bridgehampton Polo. Oy vey! One even remarked that it was nothing like the Polo scene she had seen out at The Mashomack International Polo Challenge chaired by Bruce Colley & Camilla Hellman earlier this summer or anything like the movie Pretty Woman. So I missed nothing, essentially in enjoying a rich meal in decadent surroundings with friends and a who's who of New York's social jet set at Nello's in Southampton. All Photos by Gregory Partanio

ARTist FOR LIFE: Russell Simmons, Rush Philanthropic

On Saturday, June 25th I picked up my brother Gregory again and we head to the East Hampton home of Russell Simmons & Kimora Lee Simmons to attend an intimate invitation only "Art For Life Kick Off Your Shoes Kick Off Cocktails." This cocktail party was to serve as a precursor to the upcoming signature Hamptons Event the 2005 Art For Life East Hampton Garden Party Benefit also to be held on July 30, 2005 at the home of Russell & Kimora Lee Simmons. There is no question that this was an invitation that both Gregory and I were quite pleased to have accepted.

Upon arrival at the elegant but tastefully understated and comfortably decorated home of Mr. & Mrs. Simmons we were graciously greeted by Vanessa Rodriguez and Tangie Murray both of Rush Philanthropic Arts Foundation as well as Mr. Simmons. In my estimation, the man unquestionably deserves to be referred to a Mr. or Sir; from his humble roots in Hollis, Queens not far from where I was born (Jamaica Hopital) and raised in Queens to his position as the head of the hip hop movement in the United States and the free world combined with his significant philanthropic bent. When Gregory first introduced himself to “Mr. Simmons”, he nodded his head and smiled at Gregory insisting that there was no need for such formality. Instantly we were at ease.

I admit to having been long curious of Russell Simmons the man. The man has achieved mythical status as a promoter, entrepreneur, producer and enabler of the artistic talents of so many in the hip hop community, not just in terms of music but also fashion and style. The careers of far too many to mention here have flourished as a result of his nurturing of their talents. Even though I had never personally met the man, I have known people directly and indirectly who have been touched by Russell Simmons. My friend Martha Gold, a licensed physical therapist who also happens to be the best massage therapist at the Russian Turkish Bathouse in the East Village advised me that Russell Simmons not only inspired her to pursue a yoga lifestyle but also to start a program teaching disabled children yoga in the New York City Schools working for the New York City Department of Education in the Bronx, see Yoga Wonderland.

The kick off began at 6:30 in the tranquil and immaculately landscaped setting of the Simmons backyard in East Hampton, much like a scene out of an old Americana Norman Rockwell painting; trees, grass, and a backyard swing over overlooking a modern Bonsai Garden pool area. The list of attendees included but was not limited to: Jason Binn, Lyor Cohen, Fred Davis, Star Jones Reynolds, Shamin Abas & and Frank Cilione, Michelle Farmer, David Negri of Sutka Productions, Frances Hayward, Mrs. And Mr. Frank Cooper, Michael and Annie Falk, Victor Matthews and Hedy Klineman, Teresa Savory and Javier Evans, JellyBean Benitez and Family, Kim Maitland, Jeff Burroughs, Mrs. and Mr. Craig Williams, Nancy Chemtob, Jenny Kroft, Chris and Alison Brown and Steve Kroft, Brett and Yvonna Wright and Family.

As the guests began to arrive, Gregory took some informal photos while I enjoyed the Coppola Diamond Sauvignon Blanc and Sofia Blanc de Blancs sparkling wine that was served with an eclectic array of delectable hors d’ouevres. Russell Simmons quiet energy was readily apparent as each guest gravitated towards and conferred with him. It was obvious how each guest was uniquely drawn to him and not merely because he was the host. Russell Simmons graciously made time for our photos. At approximately 7:45 when Mr. Simmons spoke to the attendees as a group about the mission of Rush Philanthropic and the upcoming Annual Art For Life Garden Party Benefit at the East Hampton home of Russell & Kimora Lee Simmons, there was an angelic, earnest, missionary like aura to him. There was no obligatory paying of attention to the host that you find at many charitable cocktail parties.

None of the adjectives used to describe Russell Simmons by the popular media (entrepreneur, promoter, producer, entertainment mogul, media baron etc.)encapsulate the quiet energy which radiates from the persona of this man. It is clearly evident that first and foremost this is a spiritual man with passion, conviction and integrity who has not forgotten where he came from. There is a synergy between his success as an entrepreneur molding, nurturing and promoting the talents of many in the hip hop community to utilizing his talents, skills and contacts to do the very same for the artistic talents of the younger generation in New York City Schools. Basically, Rush Philanthropic is a charity that makes sense; it is an extension of the man. Russell Simmons represents.... the best of what New York is all about; he is the kind of man you want and root to succeed in America. He is not just the heART and soul of hip hop movement but of capitalism itself.

The annual ART FOR LIFE Garden Party Benefit at the East Hampton home of Russell Simmons & Kimora Lee Simmons is Rush Philanthropic’s most important annual fundraising effort, attended annually by a sold out audience of more than 700 leaders in the entertainments, arts, business and philanthropic communities. Rush Philanthropic Arts Foundation is dedicated to providing disadvantaged urban youth with significant exposure and access to the arts, as well as providing exhibition opportunities to underrepresented artists and artists of color. While its primary emphasis is the arts, Rush Philanthropic is committed to the general well being of young people by considering a wide range of concerns. It was founded in 1995 by brothers Russell, Danny, and Joseph Simmons and its Board of Directors includes leaders in the arts, education, entertainment, and business communities. Since its inception, Rush has provided grants to dozens of non-profit organizations, including Donor’s Choose, Impact Repertory Theatre, Urban Word NYC, Free Arts for Abused Children, Art Start, Studio in a School, Arts Connection, SHiNE, P.E.N.C.I.L., Jackie Robinson Steppers, Children’s Pressline, and the Northside Center for Child Development, and has served countless visual artists through the exhibitions and activities of Rush Arts Gallery and Resource Center.

ART FOR LIFE is Rush Philanthropic’s primary outreach to friends and supporters. Through this event, they are able to serve thousands of children by helping them acquire the skills needed to build a successful life.

As the party came to a close around 9 PM, Russell Simmons conversed with several of us in his driveway as his valets individually pulled our cars around. I was able to snap one more final picture of my brother, Manhattan Society.com photography editor, Gregory Partanio with Russell. Despite his success and high profile, Russell Simmons remains humble, accessible and earnest, a rare thing these days indeed for a man of his accomplishment; a born leader who does not intimidate but rather ingratiates with his humble style and sincere manner. We left. I dropped Gregory off at The Palm East Hampton to take the Hampton Jitney back to the city. I stayed the night and went to dinner at Nick & Toni’s with designer Michelle Farmer, Shamin Abas & Frank Cilione, and some of their friends, including the beautiful Salene Parnese and actress Holly Perkins. We enjoyed spirited dialogue, great food and a few more glasses of wine. The only thing missing was my friend Deborah Weiner who is now the Spa Director of the Heart of Palm Beach Hotel, without whom I never would have connected with this lovely group of people in the first instance.

Tickets to ART FOR LIFE start at $1,000 per person. For further information please contact Tangie Murray, Director of Marketing and Sponsorship at 212.997.3034 or tmurray@rushphilanthropic.org or Vanessa Rodriguez, Director of Special Events at 212.997.3020 or vrodriguez@rushphilanthropic.org

Summer in the Hamptons (Part 1): The Group For The South Fork Benefit & Auction

1. More than a Feeling
2. The Group For The South Fork
3. Looking Ahead: The “Must List” as opposed to the “A” List

More than a Feeling

On Saturday June 18, 2005 I left my apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, got into the Jeep and head to The Group for the South Fork Benefit & Auction at the Wolffer Estate Vineyard. As I passed through the city limits and hit the Northern State Parkway, encountering minimal traffic I became immersed in the music playing on the radio. I was feeling somewhat introspective about summers past and what might lay for me ahead this year when while listening to Jack 101.1 FM ironically an anthem from my summer youth on Cape Cod, "More than a Feeling" written by Tom Scholz from the Band, Boston came on the radio.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away

When I’m tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away. she slipped away.

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away.

-Tom Scholz

So many profound and memorable experiences in my life have occurred between Memorial Day and Labor Day from falling in love with a woman I wanted to marry, to breaking up with someone I cared for deeply to the death of my father. Music has a way of affecting me. It transports me back to memories of specific times, places and people. There is unquestionably a gravitational pull for me each year to discover/experience something new on the East End of Long Island, even if it is only something about myself. In the midst of the summer sun, long days at the beach and generous helpings of local wine, I somehow always seem to find it. Also if you know how to socialize, it becomes easier to find intellectually compatible people who’s dialogue influences and enables your own dreams. The dreams of life, for me, are seen through the eyes of a beautiful woman and the long legs of a full bodied glass of local wine in the Hamptons sun. This summer I hope to have the opportunity to make some meaningful connections which alter the course of my life; romantically or otherwise. It is what I aspire to. Who knows what is in store for me? And I say that with pleasure and not apprehension or fear. I embrace the uncertainty of the future much in the same way a young child anticipates opening his presents on Christmas morning. It is a glass is half full rather than half empty outlook. I do not fear what might happen. I look forward to what could happen. Perhaps this year, however, I will close my eyes, no longer dream of a girl I use to know and forget the one that slipped away. That in it self would be an accomplishment.

Far from being entrenched in the local community, I do not own a home in the Hamptons nor am I a fixture on the local social scene. As somewhat of an outsider who’s life is firmly based in Manhattan, in quarters which are far more humble than many of the homes I visit, I have a unique vantage point. Dropping in to observe, take notes, snap a few photos makes it easier to blend in and capture the essence of what is happening without drawing to much attention to myself. It took me a long time to realize that what my parents told me as a kid was true. “Christopher, you will learn more by listening and observing than speaking and illustrating how much you do not know.”

Each visit is refreshing and different. My objective is not to “out scoop” another journalist, expose some one well known or snap a photo that nobody will ever get. Much to the contrary, the objective is to study and understand the motivations and aspirations of select individuals, especially the social and charitably minded. Since this is my passion, I have the luxury of covering people and organizations who’s mission inherently interest me.

The Group For The South Fork Benefit & Auction.