Obamania: Looking after the arts end of town
So, the party’s over. Balloons – deflated. Champagne – what’s left is flat and lukewarm. As for your memories of last night? Last night. Euphoria and…
So, the party’s over. Balloons – deflated. Champagne – what’s left is flat and lukewarm. As for your memories of last night? Last night. Euphoria and…
What is the world coming to when the failing economy halts the staging of the blingiest, goldiest art event since Damien Hirst said to himself: “human…
OK. Enough with the silly, non-art diversions for now. Consider the following hypothetical scenario. You bid at auction for an apartment in a block of ten.…
Me: We still going to the Art Fair together? Vaguely arty friend: Yeah. Sure. Wouldn’t miss it. Exciting. Me: When? Vaguely arty friend who clearly cares…
Another painful arty-fact derived from my research. The only really viable way for a private collector to sell art they don’t want anymore is through auction.…
That lingering sense of deja vu you get when browsing an art auction catalogue is no figment of your imagination. Ehhemm.. ehhemm.. (What…? That’s supposed to…