I once lived in loft with white walls and floors and a futon. My only decoration was a dozen eggs that changed position daily when some ended up in a skillet. I only wore vintage khakis and old white cotton shirts from salvation army. I hardly recognize my old artist self. It was in Paris that I lost the urge to create and discovered I was really a collector. After my years of painting and sculpting and making stuff I just started to buy stuff instead. After I moved back to NYC and discovered after a semester in film school that the future of film would be grim I decided to open a store which I called Naturemorte. That insured that I could go to Europe and Mexico several times a year and shop and shop and shop some more. Then Soho went down the LVMH drain and I found myself collecting houses in the Yucatan. And what do houses need? Stuff…
The Best of Yucatan Guide 