Tracey Emin's studio, here.
My mom handed me this issue of the WSJ Magazine months ago after reading it on the plane. "Here," she said, "there's an artist in here I think you'd like -- Emig, Emin... something or other. Anyway, she's seems very, er, interesting."
I'm still trying to figure out how my mom finds corollaries between me and Tracey Emin, but ok. I like it.