It’s February, it’s freezing cold outside, the snow has piled up, there are lethal patches of ice everywhere, and we are in the midst of the craziness, the color, and the oddball asides of New York Fashion Week once yet again. Consider the guest at an elegant party on the Upper East Side, where I had gone to photograph. She backed away from the hors d’oeuvres table, then turned to me and whispered, “Isn’t it horrible?”
“Horrible” was a fragrant cheese oozing away on a silver platter alongside succulent slices of pineapple, bunches of enticing grapes, vibrant red strawberries, and morsels of mangos.
