“First of all, I can do anything. Eventually. I’ve always been seduced by my aesthetic instincts. I’ve paid a heavy price in aggravation and cash to invent my aesthetic world. For example, it would be nice to have a big puffy down comforter on my bed. They’re so goddamned warm. And my NewYork apartment is so goddamned cold. However, they’re too fucking puffy. I made a beautiful iron bed frame. It has tiny pink roses painted on it. It’s very subtle, utilitarian. It requires a very flat, thin, gray, Amish blanket to have its full effect. So I freeze all night, but when I look at the bed during the day, it’s perfect.”