I was expecting to come to your home and find a treasure trove of your older 80s boards. You seem to be a collector of a lot of different things (like lamps for instance), but your own iconic boards don’t seem to be in the mix. Why is that?
I’m not one to masturbate in the corner. I have managed to keep all my personal bitches for the last 31 years, kinda like all the old girlfriends — still like family too. I must have 10-15 of these old bitches — all given names: Bunny, Honey, Gidget, etc. and a far cry from the Echo Beach thang as you can get… All solid pea green with eyes with a super narrow dopy round nose. And oh yes, we do run an orphanage here for all the un-appreciated old objects too.
As for the design of your home, you seem to be torn between two aesthetics that are in stark contrast to each other: Your front house is a funky, colorful craftsman bungalow filled with all sorts of eclectic decor, whereas your back house is a picture of modern minimalism. Both are thoroughly considered and beautiful in their own right, but you would never think they are both the same person’s home. Please explain.
I’m just not happy being a simple man, I’m much happier being a extremist.
Fair enough. What are your favorite parts about your home?
You know, I moved from the bungalow 13 years ago after an obsession with her. Every room was a mathematical equation to her theme; little Tokyo, Chinatown (opium den), Heaven, Mid-evil times, The Lodge with all the taxidermy & mahogany paneling, etc. I got to the point where if a girlfriend would move something, I’d freak. Anyhoo, that’s when you know your bitch owns you and it’s time to move on. I have a feeling my final 31 years will be living the best of both bitches: “minimal kitsch.”