Around age three, during my family’s regular summer pilgrimage to Memphis, we stopped off at Graceland. I have very few memories from childhood, but I vaguely remember that faux gild, the kaleidoscopic colors, a deep, crimson velvet. Looking at photos of the mansion-cum-museum now—walls and ceiling of the pool room at once Klimt-esque and reminiscent of the backroom of the bar in
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Around age three, during my family’s regular summer pilgrimage to Memphis, we stopped off at Graceland. I have very few memories from childhood, but I vaguely remember that faux gild, the kaleidoscopic colors, a deep, crimson velvet. Looking at photos of the mansion-cum-museum now—walls and ceiling of the pool room at once Klimt-esque and reminiscent of the backroom of the bar in