Style Compass: Ken Fulk


It is a Monday morning on a summer day in San Francisco, and as the fog slowly lifts outside, Ken Fulk bounds down from his private loft atop his atelier, dressed to the nines and exceptionally ebullient despite having just returned from a leg of his seemingly endless travels. His fourth-floor 1920s brick industrial building in the city’s South of Market (SOMA) district, formerly the home of an S&M leather factory, is an exercise in Gothic surprise. Just off the entrance is a dark room filled with exotic curiosities like vintage horn chairs with their coarse stuffing spewing out, a chandelier made up of huge dangling saws and a lamp crafted from more than a dozen perfectly preserved rats appearing to clamber over each other toward the light.