I have a feature in the June issue of GQ about how to decorate your pad. In it I discuss, among other things, what I've learned from my decorator pal Ricky Clifton. Decorator doesn't really cover what Ricky does, though. It's inadequate. Since I met him he's been a taxi driver, a framer, a famous party crasher, and a gallery owner, and now he's sort of the ultimate personal shopper and decorator to the art world. And now he's invited to all the parties. He's an artist who comes to your house and moves your furniture around, tells you what to get rid of and shows up with things you have to buy. Irritatingly, he's almost always right. I just thought I'd throw in a couple of pictures of one of Ricky's better recent efforts, an apartment he did for the owners of the Zwirner and Wirth gallery.

The plywood bed was made by an L.A. artist. It has a secret pornography compartment. The lamp is made from a joint compound drum. The ceiling mural was painted by Ricky.

The warthog holding the reading lamp once belonged, according to legend, to Warren Beatty, who gave it to Diane Keaton, or maybe it was the other way around.