the last great american dynasty

Somewhere between the coast and propriety, a legend was born - noisy, glittering, a little crazy. Where glasses clink louder than other people's judgments, and where every scandal is almost art. Everyone around is trying to figure out what went wrong, but she just floats on waves of champagne, winking at fate.

The house on the hill whispers stories of parties that no one should remember, but everyone does. The locals cross themselves, the artists are inspired, and the dog is green because it's more fun that way. And anyway, if life doesn't destroy someone's ideas about what's normal, what's the point?

Sometimes madness is just another way to be happy.