On Wednesday night, Jonathan Becker endeavored to arrive at the Waverly Inn well before AIR MAIL’s party in celebration of his new book, Lost Time. But he was beaten there by not a few early attendees, all eager to get a picture with the cigar-puffing photographer before the crush of guests and the fading fall light made it nearly impossible.
Broken glass was a theme of the night. No fewer than five highball and wine glasses shattered at the feet of the well-lubricated crowd, which seemed like a fitting way to toast the puckish photographer, who cut his teeth snapping photos of Chevy Chase, Lorne Michaels, Paul Simon, and Andy Warhol in the steamy kitchen of Elaine’s, the now shuttered Upper East Side watering hole for New York’s literary elite.
