Whats a Southern skater graffitist M.C.-Escher-fan to do when he grows up? Charles Parker Boggs has the answer, and most of it fits neatly inside a small wooden attaché case. The case, like most of its interior objects, is covered with an abject miasma of interconnected pipes and other phallic protuberances, their snotty effluence, and the occasional blank-eyed face. All of it is painted in shades of grey, including a candlestick, a bowtie, a pocket square, a few iron-on patches, and a light switch panel, plus two hats. The hatsone a pork pie, the other a trilbyare presumably worn by the carrier of the case, though not at the same time. All together, they offer to outfit that uniquely dapper yet punk character, wherever, or whomever, or whatever, he is.