When I was 3 or 4, my dad hung a model of a P-40 Warhawk fighter plane in my room. It was one of the Flying Tigers’ planes from World War II with the bad-ass shark mouth painted on the nose. It’s one of my earliest memories and probably what got me hooked (get it?) on hanging stuff from the ceiling. Ever since, I’ve always liked to take my decorating into the 3rd dimension, so to speak.