She also died this weekend.

Inside St. Agnes, where Bernini’s Ecstasy of St. Theresa lives. No crude jokes, please. There were so many idiots snapping guaranteed-shitty on-camera flash pictures of the sculpture that I couldn’t bring myself to become one […]

I bought these drums from Steve, and then sold them. The flaming siena rug is still mine, and makes quite a stir when I throw it down at black-tie events, let me tell you.