When the Hilton West Palm Beach opened about 18 months ago, guess who got to do their food photos. (I’ll give you a clue, she drinks too much coffee and is addicted to pottery.) This girl. Since then, I’ve been known to frequent their Saturday pool parties and had a few drinks at the fancy bourbon bar and might even have gone to a fateful tennis table tournament.
In a word, the Hilton is a local’s place. It’s a $10 uber ride from my house. While it’s a magnificent hotel (MAGNIFICENT) it also does something that I don’t see a lot of other hotels doing. It caters to locals. Like, rolls out the red-carpet and ushers you to your own beach cabana while your favorite DJ plays a ridiculously awesome pool party on Saturday during the summer – MADE FOR LOCALS because who else spends summer in Florida except us? I appreciate that so much. During season, we can’t get a table at our favorite restaurants and the roads become clogged with New York license plates. It’s cool. It funds our roads and our schools. But a destination that LOVES us? Wins my hears every damn time.
So of course I was giddy when the Hilton called up again and asked me to come back for another photo shoot. There menu’s changed a bit in those 18 months. They’re already renovating Manor. They’ve got adorable new chefs for me to do a portrait shoot.
Speaking of chefs, I want to talk about the camaraderie here. I love chefs, I don’t try to hide that. But watching these guys I had this overwhelming feeling of La Familia. Undeniable. I like seeing that.
We photographed mostly food, a few cocktails (including the Prosecco Popsicle made with Mom’s Pops!) and then did the coolest portraits of Ricky the Chef. Again – I LOVE creative chef portraiture. And finally finished with a group portrait of the chefs.
Good stuff. And they kept me fed both days of the shoot with GIANT bowls of raw tuna for my gluten-free tuna-ravaging self during my Hilton West Palm Beach photo shoot. These people do it right…