Wednesday 30 July 2014
Chris Pomorski, New York Observer

Dimly lit, with heavy gold curtains, a glitzy faux-palm lamp, black leather furniture and a bonafide zebra-skin rug, it resembled, roughly, the sort of place an aspiring diva with a trust fund might hole up in for a binge. “She’s a dreamer,” Ms. Sharpe explained of a cloud motif in the bedroom, where a glossy black skull candle stood watch near volumes by Donna Tartt and Ayn Rand.

Posted almost 5 years ago Publication date: 30 Jul 2014