FORBES SPOTLIGHTS LIGHT GROUP’S ANDREW SASSON

For a few seconds the club goes dark and the techno swells. Foam flakes spill from the ceiling and the strobes explode, lightning in a blizzard, illuminating 500 gyrating bodies on the dance floor, balconies and tops of banquettes. Amid the bedlam a busboy ferries a dozen Champagne flutes and a 10-pound crystal ice bowl through the scrum, threading the gap like Barry Sanders in his heyday. Seconds later he plants the stemware on a table in straight rows and slides a candle a smidgen to the left, in line with the flower vase and juice carafes, as it must be at all 47 tables. Satisfied, he whips back to the bar -- but not before swabbing a few stray drops of Grey Goose from another tabletop while lighting a brunette's cigarette with a flick of the wrist.