How an Instagram-Perfect Life in the Hamptons Ended in Tragedy - Candice and Brandon Miller showed the public a world of glittering parties and vacations. The money to sustain it did not exist.

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Candice and Brandon Miller. In photographs shared online, their lives were full of parties and luxurious vacations. Joe Schildhorn/BFA.com, via Shutterstock

By Katherine Rosman
Aug. 8, 2024 Updated 3:27 p.m. ET

In the modern Gilded Age of New York, where Instagram is awash in unrestrained displays of wealth, Brandon and Candice Miller were royalty.

At their 10th wedding anniversary “Midsummer Night’s Dream” party, they celebrated with a few dozen friends in the backyard of their 5,500-square-foot vacation home in the Hamptons.

Beautiful women in gowns watched with their handsome husbands as the couple renewed their vows near a swimming pool strewn with peonies and rose petals beneath a canopy of lights.

It was a grand public display of their perfect life and marriage. Ms. Miller told a lifestyle blogger who wrote about the party that her husband’s speech “made me cry by the end with his authentic, raw emotion and romantic words.”

It all culminated in the kind of envy-inducing images anticipated by the roughly 80,000 followers of “Mama and Tata,” Ms. Miller’s popular Instagram feed, which featured a near-constant stream of photographs and videos of her glittering life.

The Midsummer Night party was in 2019. Five years later, the glamorous image that Ms. Miller cultivated and promoted has disappeared, replaced with heartbreak, anger and a mountain of once-secret debt.

Her husband is gone. The home they so ostentatiously lived in, saddled by several mortgages, is not truly their own. Lawsuits from creditors, business bankruptcies, botched investments and even a repossessed boat — the “Miller Time” — indicate that the wealth needed to maintain their lifestyle had evaporated, if it ever truly existed.

Mr. Miller, 43, died on July 3 at a Southampton hospital. A suicide note indicated he had killed himself while his wife and children were on vacation on Italy’s Amalfi Coast, according to a Suffolk County law enforcement official. He said Mr. Miller wrote that a business deal he had hoped would ease the family’s financial strain had collapsed.

His family was stunned. When Ms. Miller was contacted for comment, a family spokesman said she and the children were overwhelmed by grief. “Candice is devastated by the loss of her soul mate, and her two young daughters’ lives are forever impacted by the loss of their beloved daddy,” he said.

The Millers’ downfall has become the focus of obsessive talk in the Hamptons and among internet sleuths who have scoured Ms. Miller’s social media presence for clues to what went wrong.

This account of the family’s rise and fall is drawn from property records, legal filings and interviews with those who knew and worked with Mr. Miller. Because of the sensitivity of the subject, few agreed to be cited by name.

That Mr. Miller’s death occurred in the Hamptons during the height of the social season almost certainly has added to the intrigue, said Neil J. Young, a historian who is writing a book about the Hamptons. Here, the only thing as fascinating as opulent wealth is its sudden disintegration.

“This place is predicated, for a certain set, on showing off,” Dr. Young said. “It’s the homes one has, the things one does out here — from the restaurants to the workouts to the parties. But it’s a place where one can get overextended really quickly, where a house of cards can suddenly collapse.”

A chasm separated the Millers’ shimmering public lives and painful private reality. But their fall is also a source of very real grief — a story about trying to have it all, and what happens when you cannot.

“What people aren’t discussing in all of this is the loss of my little brother, someone I have loved unconditionally,” Mr. Miller’s sister, Maurley Miller, said in a statement after being contacted by The New York Times. “I have a hole in my heart that will never be filled. I am completely devastated.”

‘Mama and Tata’​

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Candice Miller at a Hamptons garden party in 2022. Her Instagram feed, Mama and Tata, had 80,000 followers. Rebecca Smeyne for The New York Times

Perhaps no place in America is as perfectly Instagram-ready as the Hamptons, where striking natural beauty and extravagant wealth are juxtaposed in abundance. Lifestyle and fashion influencers spend their summers at the eastern end of Long Island, documenting their sumptuous lives.

Ms. Miller, 42, added to that canon when she and her sister, Jenna Crespi, started the “Mama and Tata” website and Instagram account in 2016 to provide fashion, shopping and decorating tips for wealthy women.

The account highlighted people in Ms. Miller’s orbit, like Ivanka Trump and Ms. Miller’s cousin-by-marriage, Arielle Charnas, an Instagram personality who influenced her influencer aspirations. The fitness impresario Tracy Anderson and the fashion designer Rachel Zoe made regular appearances.

But it mostly showcased Ms. Miller’s personal life and tastes. “Mama and Tata” became an alter ego and self-promotional marketing machine. Ms. Miller and some friends even started a fashion label that she celebrated with a launch party at the Hotel Bel-Air in Los Angeles. Her followers got regular glimpses of her active social life against the backdrop of grand homes in Manhattan and Southampton, European resorts, private planes, classic sports cars and speedboats.

She was known for her vintage designer gowns and for private fitness sessions (about $250 per hour on top of $900 monthly studio membership fees) that she filmed and shared online.

The Miller children’s birthdays were also an opportunity for Ms. Miller to entertain on a grand scale — for friends and for online fans. A Coachella-themed party for one daughter spawned a torrent of Instagram posts tagging the vendors Ms. Miller hired: a party planner, a florist and a DJ. Helping to keep it all afloat were nannies, housekeepers, drivers, boat captains and personal chefs.

But while “Mama and Tata” reveled in luxury, it spent no time delving into how the splendor was being paid for.

Though Ms. Miller poured time into her Instagram feed, it did not generate much revenue. Instead, “Mama and Tata” enhanced her profile in other ways.

In a 2019 article for an online magazine about the Millers’ Manhattan home — “our townhouse in the sky,” she called it — she posed for photographs with her two young daughters. The living room was decorated in all white, down to the white-spined books on the shelves. “It is so beautiful to sit in, as long as you aren’t wearing anything that bleeds, and exclusively drinking water,” she said.

Mr. Miller, on the other hand, eschewed social media — he primarily used a flip phone. Friends described him as a movie buff, basketball fan and car aficionado.
But when it came to his wife’s devotion to sharing their life online, she said he was all in. “I have the most supportive husband who encourages me to do whatever I love,” she told a lifestyle blog.

Off camera, they maintained traditional separations of duties, said a person familiar with their family dynamics. Ms. Miller oversaw the daily care of the children, and Mr. Miller focused on his business, which they rarely discussed.

She had visited his office only once, and she met his business partner just three times — including, most recently, beside her husband’s grave.

‘People who can lose everything’​

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The Millers’ home in the Hamptons had room for large outdoor parties. Johnny Milano for The New York Times

Brandon Miller developed commercial and residential projects in TriBeCa, Harlem and the Meatpacking District. He appeared to be a successful businessman in a city filled with them.

Yet by last fall, he was under so much pressure that when he attended a business meeting in a Midtown high rise, according to three people familiar with what happened, Mr. Miller sat at a conference table and began to weep.

He was in a financial free-fall that confidants are now struggling to piece together.

Mr. Miller began working in real estate a few years after graduating from Brown University, joining his father’s firm. Early in his marriage, the company developed a residential building in TriBeCa, and Mr. Miller acquired Unit 3 — the penthouse — for his family.

He and his father also bought two connecting lots in the Hamptons, one on the water and one behind it. They built homes on both, and sold one on the open market. Mr. Miller kept the other — a lavish home with expansive grounds that easily accommodated sit-down dinners for 60 friends.

The homes acquired from his father’s firm allowed the Millers to live as if they were mega-millionaires.

But Mr. Miller’s primary focus was commercial development. In a typical project, he raised money from investors to secure a long-term lease on a parcel of land before commissioning architects to plan a building. Once permits were in place, he sold the lease, the building plan and its permits to another developer for a profit, or took on more debt to cover construction costs.

Even when such projects go smoothly, the work can require developers to leverage many assets to secure loans that will carry them through the process.
“You’re dealing with people who can lose everything,” said Jay Neveloff, a real estate lawyer in New York.

Mr. Miller’s father, Michael Miller, managed that risk for many years, but his assets were highly leveraged when he died unexpectedly in 2016. His company and survivors were hit with lawsuits.

After his father’s death, Mr. Miller took over the company, alongside his father’s former partner. But soon, the pandemic made a challenging business even more difficult, as the city’s real estate market plunged. And while the residential market rebounded, the demand for office space did not return to prepandemic levels.

Mr. Miller found himself in a financial crunch. In 2021, near the bottom of the pandemic market, he sold the family’s TriBeCa home for just over $9 million, according to city records. The family set their sights on living uptown, in the type of co-op building that Mr. Miller had grown up in. But buying on the Upper East Side would have required significant cash.

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The Millers formerly lived on Franklin Street in TriBeCa, before moving to a rented apartment on the Upper East Side. Karsten Moran for The New York Times

Instead, they rented a 4,382-square-foot, five-bedroom apartment on the corner of Park Avenue and East 71st Street, according to court records — keeping up appearances for $47,000 per month. They decorated with rented furniture for which they paid $180,000 for one year, according to a lawsuit filed this spring, and $12,000 per month after the first year.

If this was downsizing, it wasn’t enough.

Mr. Miller stopped paying some of the family’s bills, including, according to a lawsuit, the maintenance and docking fees for their Van Dutch speedboat — a frequent backdrop for late-night parties shared on Instagram. Such models generally sell for more than $1 million.

And he leveraged the family’s prize asset, the Hamptons home, piling one mortgage atop another. He took out a $6.1 million loan from a conventional bank. Then, records show, he arranged another $2 million mortgage from a company that advertised cash loans that close in less than 24 hours.

The Millers continued to entertain in high style. In August 2022, they hosted a “Love Boat” party at Duryea’s, a beachfront restaurant in Montauk. Ms. Miller posed for photos with friends in a sleek white dress.

But Mr. Miller’s desperation was growing. A few weeks later, he borrowed yet more money against the house: a $2 million mortgage from a lender in Naples, Fla., facilitated by a family friend, Ryan Nivakoff, who contributed cash to the loan, according to public records and three people familiar with the Millers’ finances. Mr. Nivakoff declined to comment.

None of this was apparent to Ms. Miller’s online audience. In a video posted by Hamptons Magazine last July, Ms. Miller, in a strapless summer dress, answered questions about her preferred hot spots. Chicest shopping? “Chanel, East Hampton,” Ms. Miller answered.

A fateful meeting​

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Last December Mr. Miller took over a land lease on a vacant lot near the High Line in Manhattan. He immediately turned to another friend to borrow $1.5 million against it, according to public filings and people familiar with the transaction. Karsten Moran for The New York Times

By the fall of 2023, Mr. Miller could no longer hide the strain. His friends, aware of both his family’s expensive lifestyle and the sluggish real estate market, assumed he was struggling with debt.

Three of them arranged an intervention of sorts, according to three people familiar with the meeting.

The day before the meeting, the friends spoke by phone to discuss their approach. As they did, one of them searched the internet for a property that Mr. Miller was ostensibly developing in Brooklyn. The friend had invested $1 million in the project and had encouraged several colleagues to invest an additional $500,000 in all.

What he found online was alarming: The property had been purchased more than a month earlier by a developer with no connection to Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller arrived at the meeting looking glum, according to three people familiar with what happened. He had just visited his father’s grave on the seventh anniversary of his death — an event from which those close to Brandon say he never fully recovered.

The friend who had given him money for the Brooklyn project told Mr. Miller that he felt misled and angry.

Mr. Miller broke down in tears. He insisted he had not done anything wrong but lamented that he had let his friend down.

The friend became teary-eyed and walked out. After a 15-year friendship, he and Mr. Miller never spoke again.

Reached for comment, the friend said their fractured relationship and Mr. Miller’s death have devastated him, and he otherwise asked for privacy. He has told others that he believed Mr. Miller had sincerely intended to use his money as a business investment before the deal went awry. Then, he believed, Mr. Miller let his financial burdens cloud his judgment.

Mr. Miller’s business troubles did not abate. He took over a land lease near the High Line in Manhattan that would require annual payments of more than $2 million, according to a person familiar with the transaction. He immediately borrowed $1.5 million against it, according to public filings and people familiar with the transaction.

Within months, Mr. Miller fell behind in making the lease payments, Benny Barmapov, the landowner, said in an interview.

The pressure intensified when a private equity firm that had lent Mr. Miller’s company $36 million to help finance a development tried to collect on the overdue repayment.

At home, creditors were demanding money too. The marina that serviced the Millers’ boat sued for $55,000. The furniture rental company claimed in a lawsuit that he owed $100,000 in fees and had refused to return $64,000 in borrowed furniture.

Although his friends could sense something was wrong, Ms. Miller has said she was unaware of the family’s financial crisis, according to two people familiar with her thinking.

In January she was quoted in The Times, extolling the benefits of an $800 facial over filler injections and plastic surgery. “This makes you feel like your face doesn’t need that stuff,” Ms. Miller said, “if you’re truly committing to going every week or every other week.”

A canceled vacation​

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Candice and Brandon Miller at a summertime party in East Hampton sponsored by Hamptons Magazine. Mark Sagliocco/Getty Images For Hamptons Magazine

Earlier this year, the Millers were invited to spend a few days in the Bahamas at the home of Mr. Nivakoff, the friend who had helped underwrite one of Mr. Miller’s mortgages. But as the trip approached, Mr. Nivakoff wanted Mr. Miller to tell his wife about the debt or forget about the trip, according to two people with knowledge of the discussion.

Mr. Miller canceled the trip, but Mr. Nivakoff did not relent.

In May, he called Ms. Miller directly, according to two people she told, and informed her that her husband owed him money. Her family, Mr. Nivakoff told her, was broke. Her house was carrying several mortgages, including one he had invested in.

Ms. Miller confronted her husband and asked to see their financial documents. He arranged a call with a lawyer to reassure her and eventually persuaded her that everything was under control.

Even then, their financial straits were growing more perilous. In early June, he borrowed $208,000 against the house from a company offering short-term loans. He never paid it back, according to the lender.

Later that month, the family had plans to travel to Europe, but Mr. Miller told his wife he had to stay home to close a deal that would help their financial situation, according to three people familiar with the discussion. He encouraged her and the children to go without him — after all, he told her, the trip was already paid for.
Ms. Miller took their daughters abroad and posted photographs from Spain and Italy. Only later did they learn the trip had not been paid for; after her credit card was declined, her travel agent had to guarantee the hotel bill would be paid.

On June 28, Mr. Miller texted his wife to tell her the deal intended to ease their money crisis had closed, according to two people familiar with the situation.
But he also reached out to at least one friend that week for a loan that should have been pocket change for someone like him: $1,000, according to two people aware of the request. On June 29, he attended a polo match and barbecue in the Hamptons.

On June 30, the police were notified that a carbon monoxide alarm had gone off at the Millers’ home. Emergency medical workers found Mr. Miller unconscious in a white Porsche Carrera that he had rigged to poison himself, a Suffolk County law enforcement official said. Rescue workers found a photo of him, his wife and their children in the car.

Mr. Miller was rushed to a hospital and placed on life support.

In an email left for his wife, Mr. Miller admitted he had lied. The business deal he hoped would save them had fallen apart, he said.

He expressed his love for his wife and children. He wrote that he believed he was doing what was best for them — the note mentioned two life insurance policies totaling about $15 million. He wrote that he had struggled against dark feelings for years.

In a graveside ceremony attended by family and a small circle of friends, he was laid to rest next to his father.

The dismantling of their dream life began almost immediately. A mortgage lender sued Ms. Miller for $800,000 in missed payments and interest. The Miller Time was repossessed. And the “Mama and Tata” Instagram account was pulled offline.

If you are having thoughts of suicide, call or text 988 to reach the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline in the United States, or go to SpeakingOfSuicide.com/resources for a list of additional resources. Go here for resources outside the United States.

Lauren Hirsch contributed reporting. Susan C. Beachy and Kitty Bennett contributed research.

Katherine Rosman covers newsmakers, power players and individuals making an imprint on New York City. More about Katherine Rosman

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Do they pay it out for sudokus though?
Most standard policies will pay for sudoku after a number of years holding the policy. I think it’s usually two years - because insurance actuaries are devious bastards and know you can’t be suicidal for two years 90% of the time.

The other issue is you can’t overinsure. Depending on your wealth, job, and income you have a maximum amount of insurance they’ll sell you, and if you double-dip with multiple companies it may cause issues.
 
On June 30, the police were notified that a carbon monoxide alarm had gone off at the Millers’ home. Emergency medical workers found Mr. Miller unconscious in a white Porsche Carrera that he had rigged to poison himself, a Suffolk County law enforcement official said. Rescue workers found a photo of him, his wife and their children in the car.

Couldn't drive away to put a gun in your mouth and do it the right way like a man, huh?

You had to do it the pussy bitch way and poison yourself with your own car in your own house. So you can make your wife and kids come back to where they live and find you there dead with your bugged-out yellow eyes wide open in your kids' faces. Just burn that memory into their fuckin brains.

What a fucking pussy.
 
@Safir: oh shit don't tell me the kids are gonna turn out to be worthless semi-human con artist trash too. We all know that Child Protective Services never does jack shit unless one of the employees figures out that she can profit from selling the kids. But in this case, yeah New York State needs to take the kids. But Susan Schofield held the bureaucracy at bay for over a fucking decade until she voluntarily went on national TV and screeched like a low functioning autist.

I am still seriously thinking of making an Instagram feed of my life. See the toy hauler RV converted into a bunker! The rainwater collection system that simply will not fucking work, and me filling 6 gallon camping water jugs in the local river to make up for it! The Kia Soul coated in dust and splattered bugs, with a special rooftop feature of birdshit! (LOTS of birdshit on one particular corner.) Hauling trash cans 70 miles one way to the dump! The never solved electrical issues with jerry rigged wiring! Fuck I'm fed the fuck up with these fake Insta feeds of glamorous lives paid for with hedge fund loans and mortgages on empty ghetto lots. It's time for a REAL fucking life!
 
Also correct me if I'm wrong, but I got the feeling that life insurances really don't like paying out for suicides, especially when the motive is explicitly confirmed as getting that insurance payout for financial reasons?
Almost all life insurance policies will have a "Suicide Clause" preventing a payout for suicide during the first few years of the policy, usually the first two years, sometimes up to five. Depending on when this guy got his policies, they could be outside of the clause's time limit, although I'm sure that the insurance adjusters will attempt to limit the payout due to him explicitly mentioning the insurance policies as a factor in his suicide.
 
I know that world. I left that world because of the evils of that world... so...

FUCK THEM...
This is the mindset of GENERATION FAIL.. Piggy Back off of Daddies money trying to live that FUCKING FANTASY LIFE. AND EVEN DADDY WAS A CERTIFIED ASSHOLE LEVERAGING HIS WEALTH TO LIVE THAT LIFESTYLE.

THE DICKLESS WONDER FOUND OUT THAT THE REAL WORLD IS HARD AND KILLED HIMSELF BECAUSE HE IS A BETA BOI.

As for the fucking cunt mother who has what skills???

It is a known fact that in 3 generations a family of great wealth will squandered that wealth. Stupid assed mother fuckers.

Again... There is no god damned sympathy coming from me.
 
Yet by last fall, he was under so much pressure that when he attended a business meeting in a Midtown high rise, according to three people familiar with what happened, Mr. Miller sat at a conference table and began to weep.
I wish I could have been there to bully and mock the fuck out of this crybaby loser. Killed himself like a selfish coward instead of manning up and facing his problems. Disgusting and shameful.

The dismantling of their dream life began almost immediately. A mortgage lender sued Ms. Miller for $800,000 in missed payments and interest. The Miller Time was repossessed. And the “Mama and Tata” Instagram account was pulled offline.
:story: Love to see it.
 
Just think if they forgo just one luxury item like a million dollar speed boat or 150k a year rented furniture or hosted one less luxury party or not have a useless "all white room" (I guess everything wasn't all white right hurr) it likely could have sustained them for several more months if not year.

Sympathy for the kids. Hard to have sympathy for the parents when there families rolling coins just to get groceries for the week.
 
My brother is working stiff who runs a business that does equipment setup for big parties in the Hamptons.

This shitheel stiffed my brother for thousands of dollars, so I hope he rots in Hell while his wife is reduced to being an OnlyFans whore.
He should submit a claim to the representative for the estate. He'll be competing with everyone else, but better to have a chance than none.
 
The rainwater collection system that simply will not fucking work, and me filling 6 gallon camping water jugs in the local river to make up for it!
Why would you do this? Can you not dig a well? I don’t know anyone who’s done this?

Anyway, this whole story is salacious but unsurprising. I’m shocked the wife didn’t know or realize how serious their financial straits were. On the one hand, I guess such a corrupt market would necessitate extravagant living to “prove” trustworthiness, but the wife and girls could’ve lived full-time at the Hampton house, cutting expenses by $50k/mo at least, without really raising eyebrows.

Is anyone else a little excited to see what happens in the next crash? I feel like our canaries are dying left and right. I’m eager.
 
These stories always fascinate me. You see these people living like kings and you think 'damn, I wish I had the money to live like that' and then it turns out they DIDN'T actually have the money, and it all comes crashing down.

Also wild how many of these finance guys/real estate moguls end up eating shit and losing it all versus, say, movie actors. You'd think the guy that actually crunches numbers for a living in the real world would always end up better than the person that plays make believe for cash, but this Miller dude is way more common than some actor winding up in pleb town.
 
Paging F. Scott Fitzgerald to the thread, your expertise is needed...
The difference is today these people have the pathological need to flaunt their private lives as well as their wealth. What exactly is the point of making your children’s birthday parties into a public spectacle beyond the inability to not make every second of life a performance.

Because that’s what they were doing here-performing. In the 1920s, Gatsby for all his flaws wasn’t living like he was the spectacle he was being watched, he had a brand to maintain.

Social media on the other hand has made everyone who wants attention become their own corporate sponsor. Your life becomes a public spectacle for clicks, reposts and heart emojis.

These people probably could have cut down on a lot of the nonsense and still lived better than 95% of the population. Yet they weren’t capable of doing so because that means no attention.
 
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