hidden deep in the woods, ricky's cabin-full of curio wasn't curated for anyone but himself. a lifetime in the making it’ll never be finished he says, and that’s kind of the point - the ritual of creation is it’s own reward. from stained glass windows and mosaicked murals, to a garden gazebo made of blue bottles, ricky’s place was a hand-crafted kaleidoscope of glee. he’s not about the cookie cutter lifestyle, he figures he just doesn’t fit the mould. for him the pages of vogue living hold no interest outside their potential as paper-mache. here diy means define-it-yourself - find your own fulfillment, in whatever way-out and weird form it comes. beauty is abundant not in a bottle.