Here is Rihanna at the Met Costume Gala.   Forget about her dress and look instead at the stray feathers shed all over the red- carpeted stairs by artist/socialite/muse/adultress Daphne Guinness.

Here’s the Daphster:

Earlier, she got dressed in the window of Barneys New York, in a dramatic performance one can only describe as Nuts.

And here is one of my favorite Daphne moments:

Can anyone explain the subtext of this photo?

Are you feeling the Cher?!

I asked my husband to say something funny, so I could smile while modeling this feather bolero.   This is the result. Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to repeat what he said to make me laugh.

The bolero is a gift from my Queen Marie, who also managed to find these badges somewhere:

How does she do it??   We are engaged in a gifting folie à deux that has brought me more joy than I can express.   A package from Queen Marie is a very special event, and I look forward to trying to outdo her in brilliance and generosity.

The bonds we make out in cyberspace are kind of magical, aren’t they? I guess it’s because of their serendipity. It’s not all about being a cunt.