From our friends at WWD, on the case at Art Basel Miami Beach last week: “Inside the crammed club, the younger set, bathed in Day-Glo hot pink lights, was restricted to the dance floor while the heavy-hitters, an older crowd, stood comfortably at a remove in the bleachers, floating above the fray. In one spot, Larry Gagosian danced, hands in the air and everything, to TLC’s ‘No Scrubs’ and ‘Big Poppa’ by The Notorious B.I.G.”
The implications of this, whether positive or negative, are huge. Either all of the art world’s troubles are fixed and we can nuzzle up into the bear-like embrace of Daddy Go-Go, or it’s time to really just steal a car, cut your hair, grow a beard and get the hell out of Dodge and into international waters. If we could just clear up for certain the only remaining question–Mr. Gagosian’s status as a scrub, or not–we might be able to resolve all this once and for all.