even when it’s my own. And my wife’s. And my children’s. My life is a speakeasy song. Drink, I do.

Ilsespace designed Faux-Fur jackets make a resurgence on this sweet bitter morning in frosty LA.

My lady’s friggin’ brilliant as ever, and forever out doing herself. She made this head of Justin as a pinata for his birthday tonight. Justin plays bass for NIN so it was a small affair with Trent Reznor and Nikka Costa and other such cool parent-aged rock illuminati. Not only do Justin’s daughter and ours got to pre-school together, but Justin and I went to pre-school together too. As I said, a family affair. Justin loved Ilse’s handy work and couldn’t bare to see it bashed to pieces. So he tore a hole in the back, dumped out the cuffs and banana condoms for us all to scavenge and then donned his new crown with love and care.