If you could have anybody curate your life, wouldn’t the man for the job SO be Pedro Almodovar? Profiled in the much-abbreviated T — now, sadly, a mere supplement to The New York Times Sunday Magazine — Almodovar has always won my admiration for the super-graphic, happy-bright interiors that background, without comment, all the amazing women in his entourage. And while T’s Profile in Style nods to Almodovar’s obsession with decor, it’s gratifying to see other sources of inspiration, like the wonderful singers Caetano Veloso and Chavela Vargas, choreographer Pina Bausch and, surprisingly, “Taxi Driver.” But I am forever in love with this man who loves men because of his heart. Read this: “Almodovar remembers how hard it can be to select a winner [at Cannes]. ‘It was an enormous moral responsibility because the future of fragile films was in my hands. After that I felt I could never judge a competition again.’” Which, of course, is exactly why we need him to continue doing just that. A sideline in decorating my next home would be a bonus.

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And here, ladies and gentleman, is exactly why nobody should miss Domino: New York Magazine’s Interiors Issue. Always a stellar mix of quirky-fab premises constructed on budgets high and low, by individuals you always want to know personally, or just know much more about, New York’s spread feels simultaneously insidery and democratic, with an unprecedented wealth of ideas (and this year, a stunningly welcome abundance of fuschia, employed by men and women). Check out Liz Kinnmark’s bedroom, above. You don’t even need drugs to trip out in the Design Glut darling’s Op Art-inspired digs!

For the complete portfolio, go to NYMag.com.

Now here’s a man who knows how to put his wife in the proper context! The Times’s Home section reports that a retired surgeon in Houston has spent the past four years creating the giltiest, baroquiest hall you have ever seen — all in tribute to his wife and God. Amen!

When I was a kid coming of age in Reagan-era suburbia, shopping at the Salvation Army was as unknown to us as gay people (until, that is, all our mothers’ hairdressers began dropping dead of AIDS). But my Great Aunt Rose, who lived in a hovel in gangland Detroit, had a vintage habit dating to the 1950s that was born out of necessity, and then blossomed into addiction because the hunt was a thrill and the loot a novelty (she often said the faygelehs, as all old Jewish ladies referred to gay men in those days, were her biggest competition). The woman didn’t exactly suffer from great taste, but I’ve always known that the truly insane amount of pendanted gold chains she collected would find a future use, and I’ve finally discovered it: a custom chandelier dripping with sentimentality, by the Brooklyn design team, Floto + Warren. Surely, Great Aunt Rose is grooving in heaven with the drag queens as I publish.

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I am rechristening New York’s “Home Design” issue as “The Envy Issue.” Rich people’s abodes don’t usually give me such a boner. But this particular set of urban dwellings feature the most fabulous outdoor spaces, and it makes me feel much less smug about my couple-blocks proximity to Central and Riverside Parks. I mean, just think of the multitasking possibilities! You cook dinner with vegetables from your own garden (tended to by hired help, natch) while your kid tools around your at-home outside playground instead of tearing out the Tupperware drawer — and it’s not the ‘burbs, but New York City! Gawd, I so need to start buying lottery tickets.