what the frank

I finally went through the Frank Gehry collection at Tiffany & Co., hoping there'd be a 4-prong American Centre in Paris set on a platinum band, or a miniature Easy Edges chair strung on a white gold chain, or more sweet watches with scrawly writing on the face. Alas, no. Then I remembered that it was Tiffany & Co. we were talking about here, and the shiny glamazonia of all the pieces made sense. Perhaps I can put in a special order with Frank himself. He's cool like that, isn't he?