I grew up in La Jolla, California when it was still a sleepy little beach town.  My father, Richard Walters Haynes, was a Bell telephone executive (Bell was later acquired by AT&T).  Camel cigarettes, check.  Vodka martinis, check.  Women were called ‘gals’.  Pop culture was exploding (The Beatles, man on the moon, hippies, drugs, the Vietnam War, assassinations of JFK and MLK) and our little world eventually blew up too. This was the creative chaos that moved us to join the born again Christian movement and the backdrop that served as the inspiration – our muse – for our art and sense of style.

The above picture is of me and my siblings around 1962 (Eames furniture), from left to right: Maria, Lisa (me), Daria and Matt, the baby.