Opus 94. The Prokofiev Flute Sonata in D Major. The pencil marked pages now faded… Perseverance. Opus 94.
Chris Garber (b. 1961) was Midwest-raised, currently in Los Angeles by way of Chicago— interwoven with destinations near and far, east to west, and back. His time in front of the camera—around the world in the 80’s—prepared him for the exciting era of the ’90s, as an executive with Elite Model Management. John Casablancas asked, “Does she have greatness?” They did. In 2001, he established his solo venture M, a brand-centric marketing company. What began as washing dishes and timing perfectly poached salmon—fast forward to discovering and developing, saying “no” in the “yes” land of Hollywood, brand renovation, deciding double IPAs, and always the unwavering attention to details, details, details. Once a scout, always a scout, with an eye for beauty and all things simply done right.
Currently Masters Swimming, on a mission to conquer Snatch and the Clean and Jerk, and enamored with the renovation of Château de Gudanes in Château-Verdun, Southwestern France. His misbehaving girls now include a ’97 Vmax and a ’90 e30.
A Perfect White Shirt—his musings and commentary. Life. 2.0
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.