among an endless array of picket fences and flat pack palaces we found antonio's place. he wasn't interested in the same siding as everyone else on the block. he'd rather take a five dollar flea market statue and glue it to the roof. the neighbours called it an eyesore, he called it beautiful. tony wasn’t worried about what the joneses were up to. the grass on the other side of the fence could be as green as it gets for all he cared - he had a preference for purple anyway. proud as punch of his creation, to tony, his was the most beautiful house on the block. guess one (wo)mans trash really is another (wo)mans treasure. beauty is abundant not in a bottle.