dear mansion in the hills: when i got dressed for this party, put on by a non-profit client, i decided not to wear my crystal earrings so i wouldn’t look like an ad person who profits from their limited funding. i thought i was going to someone’s apartment. instead i arrived at this house–admittedly hard to take in from this photo outside the surrounding wall–but i was in utter dismay at the sheer wealth of it, beginning with the original warhol screenprint in the mud room, extending to the parrots, first edition harry potter books in the library and four jacuzzis i saw in the fraction of the home guests were given access to.