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282 culturedmag.com Julian Schnabel's home/studio/personal art gallery/family compound has a name: Palazzo Chupi. The renowned painter and filmmaker decided to add a few floors of a pink, Venetian-style palazzo to an old stable in the far West Village, outraging some and delighting others. Technically the grand building is a condo, but his son Vito is one of the few other residents, and I would guess that the committee deciding who gets in is made up only of a certain famous artist and nobody else. The message is clear: It's Schnabel's world, people. We're just living in it. When I arrive to interview him on a clear fall day—a few weeks before a rare exhibition of his classic "plate paintings" debuts at the Aspen Art Museum—it's clear he's a little wary. Schnabel has been famous for a long, long time, and he's won a Best Director Award at the Cannes Film Festival, so it's unlikely that this hour we have together is going to be life-changing for him. And yet, when I make clear that I'm willing to look at paintings—to really look— Schnabel warms. He engages. Pretty soon, I'm helping him move big (and I mean really big, more than 10 feet across) canvases across his vast (and I PHOTO BY ALAN KLEINBERG