My year follows certain patterns.  First there is Christmas, then ski season.  That first run on the skis after months off is one of the great days.  That fantastic ski trip where everything goes right is another great day.

Then you have those in between days.  The first kayak trip, the 4th of July fireworks, the first trip to the beach of the season.

But the best day of the year is the Jazz Age party on Governor’s Island.  Just the run up to the party means preparation, picking out of outfits and consultations with my stylish, who also happens to be my dad.

For me the top concern is which camera am I going to take and what am I going to focus on.  What I try to do with these photographs is to cut out non period looking details, like cell phones and plastic bags.  Just keep it period to make it look like a movie set.  I love the atmosphere, all of it.

Pretty much as magnificent as Nessum Dorma, Arvydas Sabonis, Reece’s peanut butter cups and foam T-rexes: