Birds of Prey

The other night I had the pleasure of having of one of those moments in life that you step back and say to yourself "only in New York could this be true". I had arrived early at a party/dinner hosted by the great girls at Celine to honor the one and only Hunter Slonem and his new works titled "the feather game" I arrived to an assuming building on the upper west side and through a boring elevator. Then the door opened and I was Alice stepping through the rabbits hole. I was greeted by Hunter wearing the most marvelous jacket that only he could make look good and a room filled with a collection. A little bit of everything. Then you stepped into the studio and you are greeted by at least 40 live birds of all kinds, to keep you company while at dinner. It felt like a sanctuary in the middle of chaos.