I tend to look out for things with a resonance to my youth—artists or objects that seemed romantic all those years ago. I never buy anything purely for its value. I like possessions that smile back at me.
Interior decoration partly thrives on being social.
I have a natural curiosity for people.
New York in the 60s was amazing.
Sunday afternoon is for papers and writing.
Im hopeless at telling lies. I can attempt strategic ones in order not to hurt peoples feelings, but then Ill blow it 10 minutes later.