Ellery Fantina

Stuck a feather in his cap...

 Introducing Ellery Fantina, Institute treasurer and bitch slapper-upper.

I was first privileged to make Ellery Fantina’s acquaintance at a party thrown by one Liza Minnelli of Hoboken, New Jersey. While his manner did not initially charm me — he tried to sell me a well-aged mackerel from the inside pocket of his blazer — his stunning sense of fashion won me over immediately.

As I always say: When in doubt add feathers and fun! Ellery takes this maxim to the maximum. Whatever you do, try not to view Ellery in bright sunshine, his bells and baubles and accoutrements all reflect light in different directions, an effect that can cause severe retinal scarring on those wearing cheapo gas station sunglasses (I’m looking at you reader! Looking at you through my new Tom Ford Jacks!).

Yes, Ellery is best suited to candlelit cocktail bars, especially those with a piano player that knows how to sing Misty in Swedish.