Last Thursday, the Chelsea crowd converged at Gagosian for a double header:
a major new work by Takashi Murakami (a four-panel painting entitled
"Picture of Fate: I Am But a Fisherman Who Angles In the Darkness of His
Mind") and the first solo exhibition of Anselm Reyle, a Berlin artist fast
on the rise. Reyle's show, "Monochrome Age," consists of shiny, lacquered
monolithic sculptures that the fashionable guests enjoyed viewing (and
viewing themselves in).
At 1:45 p.m. on a snowy Friday, Suite 29A of the Waldorf Towers feels like the smoking area of a Parisian airport club. The air is so thick with exhaled nicotine you're tempted to ask for an oxygen tank to fend off fainting.
Post a Comment