The local book shop, a snooty and silly place called (words) - their lower case and parentheses not mine, has Philippe Starck Ghost Chairs for children. What better senseless luxury item could a post modern princess need? Zuzu quashes her mother's art world pretensions by selecting a board book on trucks for purchase. What is next, board books on gun racks, six packs, and Lynyrd Skynyrd?
