There is a thing that brilliant creatives do—they push their work not just to the edge, but over the edge.
And then they pull it back.
Homaro Cantu of Moto started the molecular gastronomy movement (think science, technology and art) with exactly that kind of ethic. Like most great chefs, his experiments rarely make it to the menu in their initial form. Continue reading →
This question is only slightly less intrusive than asking about your sex life.
But I’m gonna ask it anyway. Can we talk about your photo?
No matter how brilliant you are, how riveting your work, your photo matters and it deserves more than a passing glance.
Last week I coordinated a photo shoot for a client who had to pretty much be dragged—kicking and screaming—to the session. The result? Mr. hate-to-get-his-photo taken has not one fabulous shot, but a half-dozen to populate his new book jacket, social media profiles and websites (for tips see “Are You Ready For Your Close-Up”) Continue reading →
I can still vividly recall the moment when a boss—think snarky, entitled despot—decided to pitch a screaming hissy fit. (I was hard at work on Plan B when he got himself fired instead. Karma, baby, karma.)
This last week in Boston gave Americans a window into a new world.
There was terror. Unspeakable horror and loss and tragedy. A whole city on edge, waiting, not knowing if they were next.
The good guys stepped into action. The cowboy-hatted Carlos Arredondo, (who lost his son in Iraq) immediately tended to a severely injured young man who would suffer double amputations. Continue reading →