"The red, mesh booty shorts were what terrified me most. Although, to find one's father hunched over an old iMac is a wholly terrifying experience. His back was bent, thrusting his small paunch, and his head was crooked so he could see the monitor. The only appendage not locked into that awkward contrapposto was his index finger, ready to click the digital shutter. If his Parisian dealer would have walked in instead of me . . . his [work's] value would have plummeted."