I want to say “I wish I were there”. But I won’t. I didn’t go because it wasn’t worth it, and there was no one paying for it but me. Last year I went but was in a booth all day and got a peek of the beach half an hour before returning to NY. I figured there’d be a mark of doom and boredom, somber silence and strung out rings under the eyes. It seems in the end it really wasn’t as bad as everyone feared. Fear is overrated and freezes our ability look beyond a deceivingly blinding force. Dealers, collectors and spectators marched onwards and participated in the fairs, not with as much fervor as the past few years, but at least with a steadiness and a composed pace that probably just makes us more civilized and consistent. No more 30 minute reserves, no more black friday flea market stampede upon open doors sale extravaganzas, but onwards with slow and steady sales.
An abundance of coverage with links below:
– artfagcity includes incisive words on multiple fairs attended.
I met them last year and had the honor of holding their florescent handbags while they lit their cigarettes. My eyes were rudely starring.
– afc also writes about art positions, exhibitions in shipping containers along the beach, for ArtReview and remarks how awfully cheesy they are. She’s so witty.
– art observed seems to have covered more parties than fairs. I must admit, Ryan McGinley is cute.
– artinfo reminds us bubble has popped and collectors are more weary but determined, and dealers correct their infamously secretive and opportunist behavior: “We can’t be as rude [to clients] as we’ve been for the past three years,”
– The Art Newspaper continues the tell tale story of collector determination
– I really like what Barbara Kruger did to the Boone booth, in large block vinyl letters covering the floor, she quotes:
One, from Goethe, observes, “We are the slaves of objects around us.” The other, from a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, reads, “He entered shop after shop, priced nothing, spoke no word, and looked at all objects with a wild and distracted stare.”
– Why did Dave Hickey write for Vanity Fair?
– pulse seems to have been well attended but doesn’t say much about sale. Some dealers deceive and deny, others remain nostalgic. Modern Art Obsession seems to have loved Pulse and didn’t bother to go anywhere else. More praise on Pulse.
– NYMag covers the decadent.