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XANADU XERO * SCULPTURE/PHOTOGRAPHS

I'm a fractious Beverly Hills JAP but I am one. I saw the Old World’s last, and arguably most famous, act. I swam in Jayne Mansfield's heart shaped pool. I sailed on the France when doves flew into the ballroom at midnight, beluga in pyramids, no big deal. I ate tins for lunch. My best friend’s parents were movie stars. Other kids’ parents were famous but I was The Rich Kid. WE had the apartment in New York. I had the famous decorator bedroom. My mom’s Ladies’ Charity shows - Frank Sinatra, Johnny Carson, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. on and on and no big deal. They were Western themed, with lots of whee-ha. I saw Richard Pryor yell FUCK YOU at one as his ACT until he was shoved off. My dad's new '64 Bentley had chinchilla rugs and my mom had a jaguar coat. We had black, uniformed servants but our English domestics had The Portuguese working for them at our house on Wilton Crescent, in Jolly Old. We were The Jews.

Fast forward to me having my ‘twenties after my masterpiece, who I raised myself, left for (ahem)Yale. I got the ‘twenties’ jist quickly and sustained no wounds that aren’t useful. It turned out okay.

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