I was very politely (no snark at all, they were so kind) asked to not take pictures.
I suppose I am in fact, a leopard.
Maxfield is avant-garde in the best possible way. It is full of things I would love on my shelf, my wall, or worn by other people on the street.
But only because I present better as Andy Warhol than as one dressed by him (no snark at all, I would love Andy as a stylist).