Here he is, Viktor Wynd, the “loving collector.” He’s kissing his new born baby skeleton. I seriously love this guy. He’s so care-free about death and the things associated with it. He even sleeps with a skull or two at night. These things he collects, he treats them like his children and cherishes the stories that come with them.
I would marry this guy
After S. and M.’s departure, Lawrence, our hostess and I spent a delightful evening at Victor Wynd’s Little Shop of Horrors listening to a lecture on Marchesa Casati and wandering through a hideously lovely cramped labyrinth of fantastical taxidermy, human skulls and Edwardian pornography.