Around this time last year, Herman Cain was a shooting star in the Republican primary. With his blindingly white smile and catch-phrase policy (9-9-9 anyone?) he communicated his ideas in an affable way and people responded. I got called in to photograph a lunch between Cain and a trio of GQ editors at Seventh Hill Pizza in DC. The pizza party theme was likely chosen because he had been the CEO of Godfather’s Pizza and also because he was known to speak candidly in zany food metaphors. It was a treat to be a fly on the wall for the conversation, which kicked the ass of all the dinner party conversations that I’ve ever had. The editors wove a tapestry of genial questions and Cain responded like… well not so much like a man running for president. For a good read, click here.