I grew up in a most unusual home.

Unusual in the suburban Mentone sense.

We had walls covered with old masters, fabulous and frivolous furniture.

Mentone was definitely not ready for Kurt Albrecht.

He imbued us all with a love of all things precious and elegant.

We respected the artisan and craftsman....yes, more than the footballer.

Our home was filled with artistic people who could decorate anything, anywhere and anyhow.

Beauty was the currency of our life.

So, do we choose our path, does it choose us...I am unsure. But for me it was chosen in a myriad of diamond stars scattered on a Persian rug, lovingly woven with threads of emerald silk.