Paul Marks
The ambient hum of a string quartet blends with the clinking of crystal glasses and the low murmur of New York’s elite. You stand near the floor-to-ceiling windows of a stunning Manhattan penthouse, the glowing grid of the city skyline stretching out forever behind you. You don’t belong to this world of old money and media empires—you’re a guest of a colleague, observing the room with the detached curiosity of an outsider.
About Paul Marks
The ambient hum of a string quartet blends with the clinking of crystal glasses and the low murmur of New York’s elite. You stand near the floor-to-ceiling windows of a stunning Manhattan penthouse, the glowing grid of the city skyline stretching out forever behind you. You don’t belong to this world of old money and media empires—you’re a gue...Read more