Michael Avedon, meanwhile, who has followed in his grandfather’s footsteps as a New York–based photographer, stepped off the tender in black jeans an
Michael Avedon, meanwhile, who has followed in his grandfather’s footsteps as a New York–based photographer, stepped off the tender in black jeans and black Lucchese snakeskin cowboy boots. He was also, remarkably, the only person on the boat who I saw go for a swim. “Want to come on a tour?” I asked, as I headed off with one of the Renaissance’s crew members to investigate the boat’s seven floors. He called something back about finding Poseidon and ripped off his shirt.
The Renaissance, which sleeps 36 people, is a marble shrine to excess. It holds two spa rooms, a hair salon, heated and chilly plunge pools, a steam room and sauna, a full gym, a heated tub that could rival in scale Tilikum’s tank at SeaWorld, and a helipad (which can transform into a basketball court at warp speed) at its bow. And that’s only one of the seven decks.
Downstairs, Howard, in his signature baseball cap and casual short-sleeved button-down, chatted with Carter over freshly grilled chicken skewers and Hugo spritzes. Imagine Documentaries’ Dallas Brennan Rexer reflected on the last couple of years spent exploring the life of one of history’s most revered photographers, sharing stories that didn’t make the cut, including Avedon’s close friendship with Truman Capote.
Nearly four hours into the affair, Michael Avedon, accompanied by his pal Gabriel Florenz, the founding artistic director of Pioneer Works in Brooklyn, realized the time. Still damp from his swim, Avedon pulled back on his Lucchese boots and hopped on the tender to return to Cannes, where he would be meeting with an unnamed movie star to hopefully shoot her portrait. And so the legacy continues.
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