Dreamed House
Even though it seems I’m always acquiring framed prints of pirate pistols, military ships, and solider choruses, I’m equally drawn to gaudy glam when it comes to dressing up my digs.
Saturday night I dreamt for hours of a jagged, Kelly Wearstler-like quartz statue (not pictured, per se) and I’ve spent the past two days criss-crossing the city to various stores trying to get my glitz hit taken care of.
I’m not sure how all my rugged warplane photographs ‘n such will work in the larger context of my ongoing disco decor-addiction, but if you simply surround yourself with true blue treasures, the aesthetic elite proclaim, then everything eventually sorts itself out.
I’m gonna trust that’s true.
