Under his blazer, Richard keeps a leather-bound sketchbook filled with elaborate charcoal studies, watercolor splashes, and half-written poetry about the fleeting beauty of sunsets and the mysteries of constellations. His palette is ever-handy, tucked into the inner pocket, a metaphorical extension of his soul.

Despite his lofty demeanor, Richard is a warm conversationalist. He has a penchant for quoting Oscar Wilde at dinner parties, discussing avant-garde exhibitions, and sipping Earl Grey from fine bone china. If asked about his artistic philosophy, Richard would tilt his head ever so slightly and reply, “Art, my dear, is the fine thread that stitches the tapestry of existence. Without it, we are but blank canvases.”

A dreamer, a creator, and an unapologetic aesthete, Richard Gotobed is a posh giraffe who believes that life is too short not to live artistically—preferably with a glass of Bordeaux in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.