11 September 2025

01 September 2025

Shadowplaying


Debut novel, arriving spring 2027.

Anselm Croteau wants solitude. Instead, he’s caught in the blood-soaked wake of the Moodys—murderous brothers bound by generational grudges—and the Baileys, fugitive sisters bent on revenge. Violence and vendettas collide in this noir tale of survival at the edge of the desolate Nevada desert.

 

16 August 2025

27 July 2025

Jadeite Cabbage

 Carved from a single piece of jade. Estimated to be worth upwards of $100 million.





House of Fabergé

Agate bird with rose-cut diamond legs, gold & guilloché scales, and gold & opal chest of drawers. Once belonged to Alexander III.



René Jules Lalique




24 July 2025

House of Fabergé Cigarette Case, 1890

 


House of Fabergé Perfume Bottle, 1890

Nephrite jade pickled cucumber, encrusted with a 72K gold ring, set with rose-cut diamonds.



18 April 2025

24 February 2025

Nicola Samorì

 



The Column (Christ’s Ruff)

19 February 2025

07 February 2025

edges.

 

Inuit Knife w/ walrus ivory. Northern Canada, 1890.

Corsican Vendetta Knife. Che la mia ferita sia mortale: May my wound be fatal.

06 February 2025

Smoke Glass — Joe Colombo, 1964

 




Designed for drinking while smoking
w/ sound off, apparently

31 January 2025

Food in Cinema (that I would like to try)



Cactus Jack’s fast food, Terminator 2: Judgment Day


Clemanza’s meatballs, The Godfather


Poison mushrooms, Phantom Thread


Prison Italian dinner, Goodfellas


Ironing board grilled-cheese, Benny & Joon


Dystopian noodles, Blade Runner


Jack Rabbit Slim’s Durward Kirby burger with Martin & Lewis $5 shake, Pulp Fiction


Minnie’s Haberdashery beef stew, The H8ful Eight


Gas station barbecue, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre


Alfred’s Vichyssoise, Batman Returns

22 January 2025

Proulx

An indelible mark.



19 January 2025

Sudden Hymn in Winter

What if, after years
of trial,
a love should come
and lay a hand upon you
and say,
this late,
your life is not a crime

— Joseph Fasano

Object Permanence

  (for John)

 

 

    We wake as if surprised the other is still there,

    each petting the sheet to be sure.

 

    How have we managed our way

    to this bed—beholden to heat like dawn

   

    indebted to light. Though we’re not so self-

    important as to think everything

   

    has led to this, everything has led to this.

    There’s a name for the animal

   

    love makes of us—named, I think,

    like rain, for the sound it makes.

 

    You are the animal after whom other animals

    are named. Until there’s none left to laugh,

  

    days will start with the same startle

    and end with caterpillars gorged on milkweed.

 

    O, how we entertain the angels

    with our brief animation. O,

 

    how I’ll miss you when we’re dead. 


    Nicole Sealey

Perpetual Care — Andrew Wyeth, 1961

18 January 2025