
Chair—ity begins at home. What better than a gold finger edition of this biomorphic form?
Who doesn't love that Indian maiden look from the Land-O-Lakes butter box of old? Well, now you can buy this colorfully beaded modern version! Don't forget the corn.
I've been away—and I've been lazy—and here's the proof. Self-portrait in gaudy gold-leaf mirror with intensely patterned wallpaper in a Victorian Inn bathroom on Block Island. It doesn't matter what you wear here—as most of the people I saw were blindingly drunk on cheap booze—or glazed over with that tourist malaise we all know and hate. The proof is in the pudding as no one but us were up at sunrise—and there were a massive amount of beer cans and bottles strewn on the downtown streets and beaches each morning. Still—you can peddle or hike away from the madness and into the wild natural beauty of the island. Ahoy!

Advice. Next time you take a girlfriend shopping, make sure she's a crack copywriter. Thanks to my Creative Director buddy, Kim Morton, my new tagline is "What Would kHyal Wear?"—and in tribute to this I have taken a shot of today's get-up-and-g0 get up. Born boots; Express tights; Banana Republic skirt; 60's polyester blouse with pears, flowers and birds; Robert Louis jacket; silver, turquoise and mother-of-pearl saluting bird necklace; 60's pink eyeglasses. What about you?
I didn't realize I was wearing the latest in pirate fashion on Saturday—until I ran into this fellow. Clearly—my version of sportswear is kin to old school pirate wear. There are wild green parrots in the neighborhood I live in—now I just need to convince one to rest upon my shoulder to complete the look.