“How many events do you have?” New York curator and art consultant Tim Goossens asked Shindigger, as he surveyed our Miami-bound LaGuardia boarding area.
“Hundreds,” Shindigger grunted.
“It’s all a parade,” one veteran gallerist on our flight bemoaned. “The worst are the well-dressed, moneyed types that are desperate for attention from God knows whom. They hide all day until the booze, sex and dance music grab their asses from these clandestine pool bars for another round of tomfoolery. They don’t even look at art!” Read More