My Dearest Muffy, You are my darling, my love, my wearer of quilted Chanel suits like it is, as the less fortunate say, "nobody's business." I write to express my painful frustration; for too long, dearest Muffy, we have been investing in contemporary art for no one's true benefit! When Whimsworth hangs our Basquiats and Rothkos in the guest bathrooms, who takes joy in them but our very own accruing assets and your heinous, nouveau riche family when they come to visit? It is time we bought art with love in our hearts! This... More >>>