He died in a tragic plane crash at the Santa Monica Airport.
The LA Times has an article on him here.
My husband and I had just had him over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. I met him through work about a year and a half ago. As you can read from the article, he was a man of the world. When he passed through NY he would always reach out even for coffee. I am not sure I ever met anyone so interested in meeting new people. He was an adventurer and a free spirit. I got the impression he really liked meeting people's families and hanging out with them as much as he loved his jet-setting lifestyle. He was a child of the world.
He was young. Maybe 23.
He certainly died doing what he loved. I hope we can all say the same. He taught me many things in the very brief time I knew him, but one lesson, live every day as if it's your last, is one I think I will always associate with Martin.