Last night we ventured into Miami’s design district which was abuzz with galleries and parties. First stop was the Mont Blanc event celebrating art and philanthropy. The design district was reclaimed from serious ghetto to become a mecca of art, commerce and food. Cartier also celebrated with a fete that unfortunately we arrived to on the late side.
Next it was off to the Wall where the Dom Perignon flowed freely and Paris Hilton predictably danced on a table. HO HUM ZZZZZZZ.
O’Ding on the party scene, this afternoon I resolved to expose myself to art . With a my friend, R a doggie portrait painter and art historian in tow, we set forth through the piles of Picassos and bales of Basquiats.
We stopped first at London’s Waddington Custot gallery where we spied uber metal sculptor John Chamberlin. With a huge studio in the Hamptons, Mr. Chamberlin’s gaily painted crushed car parts fetch prices in the millions, quite amazing for a living artist. R got catty when she said he was over producing and gone way commercial.
Next we hit New York’s Howard Greenberg Gallery where my favorite photog Man Ray’s work was priced at a whopping 875K for a mere photograph.
I was drawn to Paul Kasmir gallery where a massive painting of a vagina was seductively titled “Like Nectar Attracting Bees”.
Finally we dallied at New York’s venerable Maxwell Davidson gallery where kinetic art was first displayed in the 50’s. The gentle motion of the pieces seemed to have a calming hypnotic effect on my art weary being. Art as Valium?