shells from the beach at Capalbio in Tuscany

…is something I would never ever ever ever have done to the surfaces around me back at casa L.A., I just don’t like stuff around, but hanging those cute shells I brought back from New Years at Capalbio in cute patterns on the wall above the seating area in my studio is exactly the sort of thing I have found myself doing more of these days (you know: displays of pine cones and fresh fruit just plucked from the garden and glass wine decanters holding freshly cut branches in blossom) which is all a bit concerning – but then I tell myself that I am just cultivating my inner Bowerbird, my favorite creature, the vain preening precious decorator of the animal kingdom.