You might have to create a meme to prove your worth. Or drink a lot. Or call in Mom. No, seriously.
Libby Rasmussen has a sublime ceramic ass. It’s one of the first things you notice in her bedroom—its two rounded moons taut and bethonged, perched near a stack of Hermès boxes and a succulent, lording over the space like a benevolent god from its pile of arty books.
