Inexplicably, Adrian Brody had a booth of his very own
This may be the craziest, most pathetic thing I’ve written but consider this an appeal to action—or inaction—in light of recent political events, the relevance and significance of art has just been elevated a few notches. Art and empathy are about all we have left to join together with a view to dissolving walls, prejudices, rhetoric and worse: let us transcend Trump, one painting, museum, gallery, biennial and art fair at a time. What choice have we?
By the way, with the notion that Monopoly money may exceed the value of the US currency in the short-to-intermediate term, a call to art is probably the soundest investment advice afoot (viz. the New York auctions next week will go nuts).
Shanghai, where I was for the past five days catching two fairs, a load of artist studios, private museums and galleries is also home to a welcoming lack of cynicism (in the art world at least). It boasts the only art fairs in mainland China and besides, is more hospitable and navigable than Beijing or Hong Kong.