"Married artists John Currin and Rachel Feinstein are sensualists. They don't look like it but they are. Because I'm so deeply superficial, I steered clear of them until Rachel attacked me at a dinner party one day: "We need help, it's too much, it's out of control!" They had moved into their new apartment in SoHo a few years before and were still trying to make sense of how to marry all their major style influences. At our first meeting I was informed what those were: Annabel's, the old bougie London boîte—uptight, spooky, sophisticated; Third-World-dictator rococo—witty, gilded, ridiculous; and last, but not at all least, Carlo Mollino—the ultimate Italian sensualist. That's when they had me."
"The experience has changed my life. The more I've worked with John and Rachel, the more my obsession with Mollino has gone into overdrive. After a pilgrimage to Turin to see his apartment, I realized that Mollino—like the Currins—was not at all what he appeared to be. Rather than a big, masculine, Gary Cooper-esque adventurer, I discovered a tiny (his bathroom mirror reflected my tummy) rationalist, orientalist sensualist obsessed with all things feminine. Mollino's Turin bachelor pad screams "Miss Thing!" (Moreover, I'm convinced he was a secret cross-dresser—there's a pair of women's stilettos near his bed to this very day.) No wonder the Currin's are into him."