Well, when I was working for Christian, I was coming to terms with my sexuality, and I needed the time and space to figure that out. I couldn’t do an architecture job, so dog-walking was huge. I’m more comfortable with my sexuality now, and I found the chairs on the street. It was meant to be. It made all this happen.
But after all of that, I just got kind of burned out on architecture. I began to dog-walk. I started combining discarded chair frames with the shredded paper I would find on my walks outside of a police station on Charles Street in the West Village.
When I was a child, I was constantly drawing, filling up sketchbooks. My mom noticed and helped me out; she subscribed me to Architectural Digest when I was little, and I would draw all of the interiors, including the furniture.