I’m clearly spoiled rotten! My dressing room at the Tree House is undoubtedly my greatest extravagance. Even the dogs — who make themselves at home everywhere and on everything — sit by the door and just look in without stepping over the threshold. In my hectic life, it’s a rare respite for which I’m immensely grateful and yes utterly pampered!
@kenfulk
Location: San Francisco
Ken Fulk is a renaissance man, avid traveler, and a design dreamer. He’s known for his artistry and creativity, conjuring cinematic experiences that defy expectations.
Duncan
May 11, 2013 - June 6, 2025
He was our prince. In part because of his noble appearance, but more so because he ruled our lives. No walk could be taken without him deciding it was time and which direction we would go. Our days began and ended on his clock. His eccentricities - there were many - were embraced and became part of our routine. My pant leg was the napkin for his morning meal. He decided he didn’t like towels this year so after each swim he simply drip dried leaving small ponds and drenched furniture in his path. He hated if I was on a device in a room with him and would place the entirety of his head across my keyboard to ensure he had all of my attention.
Trouble was never far at hand - in fact it was often on the kitchen counter. Over the years he ate: A chocolate birthday cake resulting in a pumped stomach and overnight vet stay. Two pizza dough balls (google what can happen) which miraculously they managed to get him to throw up. A shard of glass when a Pyrex dish full of ground turkey shattered on the floor - this led to a week’s worth of X-rays.
He liked nearly every dog he encountered and knew they would be equally excited to meet him. He was never overly affectionate with people, but his love for those he chose was immeasurable. Now that he’s gone I long to lose my fingers in the thickness of his mane, or feel the weight of his paws upon my chest as he leapt on the sofa and splayed his full body across me and laid his head on mine.
We are so thankful he made it back to Provincetown. His big beautiful nose was near collapse and it was time. We owed him that dignity. So on his last day — seen here — the sun shone and he went swimming three times, rolled in the sand, chewed sticks, ate pancakes along with a copious amount of treats, went on a long car ride, and took a lazy nap in bed with Kurt.
This morning the loss feels overwhelming. The heartache unbearable. But we know it was an honor to have known and loved such a singular magical creature. We take comfort in that and hold his brothers close. But boy oh boy this one is so damn hard. We loved you more than mere words can convey. Goodnight our sweet prince.
As a kid I redecorated our living room on a nearly seasonal basis. Yesterday, I decided on an impromptu makeover of our Provincetown dining room — which essentially hasn’t changed in nearly 14 years. Of course we still have the same beautiful mural by @rafaelaranaartist and the same great view!
Summer starts now! The first swim of the season always breaks the ice (!) and these polar bears could have stayed in all day. This nearly daily ritual of rushing into the sea brings everyone such unbridled joy! #polarbearsofptown
Our annual migration to the happiest place on earth. It always seems like a miracle when it happens. In fact I’m pretty sure it is… 🙏 #polarbearsofptown
Today’s the day. Didn’t seem totally real until now. It’s officially being listed. Some heartache for sure — but comfort in knowing we will carry it with us wherever we go…
How did this kid from a little town in rural Virginia get to have such a big wondrous life? I often ask myself that very question. And when I do, I make sure to pause and give thanks for the miracles that have helped make it happen. Recently I spoke with @homesandgardensofficial and gave some insight on the journey. Link in bio. 🙏🎩💇🏻♂️
Since I was 6 years old, I’ve subscribed to the adage that “clothes make the man” (or kid in my case). Even at such a young age I chose all my own outfits. I would literally walk alone after school and stop at our little local department store where they would allow me to operate the elevator. There I would shop for my wardrobe. In fact it was the primary reason I was excited to return to school in the fall so that I could debut my new looks 😂. This eventually even extended to me shopping for my mother’s dresses (yet I still needed to come out to her at age 25!!). And the fact that my “style” was often mentioned in all my early report cards was certainly not lost on me.
Kurt was also drawn to fashion. Indeed he was so obsessed with being preppy that he even chose where he went to college (Hampden Sydney) in part because it had been named as the preppiest school in America in Lisa Birnbach’s “The Official Preppy Handbook”. Perhaps it’s no surprise that Kurt went on to manage the couture salon at Neiman Marcus in DC.
But even after all these decades, it is still nice to be recognized for looking sharp. Thank you @sanfrancisco.magazine@modernluxury for the honor. Link in bio. And as I tell myself each morning when I start my day… it’s time to WAKE UP, DRESS UP, & SHOW UP! 🎩
