New York has great garbage. It's amazing what rich people throw out. When I first moved here, I had numerous items in my apartment that I'd found discarded on the street, including a great round peach-colored art deco mirror. It was chipped a bit, so I hung it so that it dipped just below the sideboard I placed it over. I found an excellent ladder-back chair with a great needlepoint seat on Lafayette Street about ten years ago. And then there's my Baccarat shoe. Maybe this was tossed by a gambler who'd just joined a 12-step club, but I couldn't believe it when I found this lovely item on the curb. It adds a real James Bond character to poker night. Baccarat looks great, because of the shoe, and when you're wearing a tux and playing against an evil genius named "Le Chiffre," it's most intriguing. It is also one of the simplest casino games and little strategy is required, so after several martinis shaken not stirred it can be a relatively safe option. When I'm not using my shoe for Baccarat or Chemin de Fer, it's the perfect thing to hold a few golf balls for putting practice on the oriental rug.