Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky, you make it to Paris for a while.

No flying machine will ever fly from New York to Paris.

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

New York is my home.

I'm a New York businessman.