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A stunning pair of mercury glass obelisks that caught my fancy.

‘A symphony of plates, and vases, and silverware and candlesticks,’ he inevitably shouts my way, but I cannot focus. My peripheral vision has caught sight of a cobalt and salmon lustreware pitcher on the bottom shelf of a glass display case.  I fumble inside to inspect the piece firsthand, an activity that involves drawing it to the eye or under my handy magnifying loop, all while twirling and turning it around and upside down for signs of irreparable damage. ‘dances in your head! he continues, Is this (pointing at the lustreware in my death grip with a knowing smirk) going to be part of our symphony?’

Mayybe?‘ I  husband-probe, ‘How do you feel about it?’

And so goes the way of conversation after conversation hinged on our collecting dreams. Saturday afternoon’s grand tour of  Doyle At Home ~ Fine Furniture, Decorations, and Paintings unfolded in much the same way as previous auction previews. Whether collecting for pleasure or the pragmatic, the discussion invariably leads to chat of aesthetics and economics.  Do we both love it?  Can we afford it?

As young collectors, it is prudent to peruse the wares at as many fleas, estate sales, galleries, art and craft fairs, antique shows, and auction previews long before purchasing.

Below is a short, yet suitable list to familiarize you with the larger auction houses as well as smaller regional auctions. Wherever you are, there is an auction for you.

Interior Designers snap up settees like this for a bargain, refurbishing and reupholstering for a spectacular return.

Dizzy from the symphony of china and crystal dancing through my head, this velvet jewel-toned chaise lounge had just the right Hollywood vibe for a good faint.

Camel back sofa with great bones. The Euro-oriental kitsch and the pearlescent sheen of the fabric was a tad over the top.

Antiques and the Arts Online, offers a comprehensive overview of  auctions taking place across the United States

Bonhams and Butterfields

Christie’s

Doyle New York

Freeman’s, American Furniture, Decorative & Folk Art, English & Continental Furniture & Decorative Arts, Asian Arts, Fine American & European Paintings, Modern and Contemporary Art, Rare Books, Fine Prints, Oriental Rugs, Fine Jewelry & Silver, and 20th /21st Century Design

iGavel online auctions,  fine arts, antiques, and collectibles

Phillips De Pury & Company, specializing in contemporary art

Sotheby’s

Swann Galleries Auctioneers, specializing in rare books and works on paper

Tepper Galleries

Waddington’s

Wes Cowan’s Historic Americana Auctions, specializing in Native American art and antiques

Do you know of any well-regarded large or regional auction houses near you? What treasures can be found there?

At the Guggenheim ~ Museums and Art Alienation

Guggenheim Rotunda. Photo by Robert C, c-monster.net

I have often found myself in front of a museum canvas – a Titian, an Ingres, a Pollock, what have you – deadly thumbing the vibrant band of beads around my neck, which only moments before had given pure delight.  All senses vanquished. Just numb.

Or dumb?

Why can’t I be moved?  Why doesn’t this priceless work captivate me? Where has the damn luster in my necklace escaped?

This art is better than I am.  It knows more than I.  Other people feel it, get it. I know it’s worth more than I could ever amount.  The auction records say so! It’s in a museum.

And here I say this, hailing from an educational and professional background that would assume otherwise.

Today, at the Guggenheim Museum, I learned just why I don’t get it.  Why sometimes others may not get it, though don’t propose to confess.

On participation (not view) is a conceptual work by Tino Sehgal.  The entire Frank Lloyd Wright-designed rotunda has been stripped bare of all material works.  In its place, Sehgal has hired and trained area youth and adults to interact with museum visitors on a purely verbal plain.  There is nothing concrete to have, nothing one can buy.

You become the work.  You create.  You matter.  You become the matter.

This is how art moved – moved me ~

Mise en scene: I enter museum rotunda and begin the slow, spiral journey upward.  Enter Eric, an 8-year old boy. He is abrupt and stuns me.

Eric: What is progress?

Me: What? Ummmm. Hmmm. Well, okay, to me our view of progress is troubled.  Is progress always moving away from something, assuming that the next thing is better? What’s the proof?  What if it were progress to go back in history and live like farmers?  But that’s not how I’ve been trained to think of progress.

Eric: (He’s been listening intently).  Let me see if I understand?  (He repeats what I said, seeming to process its meaning).

(Eric is approached by a young girl named Fatima.  She’s in middle school.  Eric tells Fatima what I said.  Eric leaves and Fatima continues to walk with me around the rotunda.)

Fatima:  I’ve not heard that view of progress before.  I get it! I really do! Is progress what Government is doing today by bringing back Roosevelt’s New Deal tactics?  Is it good to reissue methods used during the Great Depression today?

(Fatima is met by Mark.  Mark is tall and skinny, probably in his early-30s).

Mark:  Is it bad when preferences become rules?

Me: Oh my God, that’s a great question.  I guess preferences quickly become defense mechanisms, shutting you down?

The dialogue continued onward to the rotunda dome.  I was exhilarated, moved, scared, alive!  As I made my way slowly down the rotunda ramp, I shouted to Mark, “This is progress!”

I didn’t feel art-alienated anymore.  I mattered.  I made “matter.”  I feel the same way when I craft.

I’m ready to go back to the museum canvas.

Similar art ailment? I could be alone.

Tin Treasures to Love

Artist unidentified, ca. 1880; Michigan

Artist unidentified, ca. 1880; New York

Today I happened upon a precious find at the American Folk Art Museum, a fantastic if under-appreciated museum that shares an exterior wall with the behemoth Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in Midtown Manhattan.

I am quite unfamiliar with the traditions and materials attached to wedding anniversaries.  I’ve been married for 1 yr, 4 mths, and 13 days, but I would hate to pare it down to the quantitative.  Nope, I’d rather talk qualitative.

In my home, I thought anniversaries were celebrated thusly:  husband inscribes book to forward-thinking wife on the merits of equal adulthood (feminism); wife diligently selects longevity products to ensure husband doesn’t keel over at young age. The whole paper, cotton, leather and so forth celebrations are new to me.

These images are from the American Folk Art Museum’s permanent collection. Instantly, I was enamored with these tin treasures of love, once shared by a couple honoring a 10th wedding anniversary.  Tin is a medium with great possibility, a material that can be wrought into ornate motifs or left bare to age freely with the elements.  Doesn’t that represent the the ideal harmony of a marriage well made?

A dive into the history of these light-hearted pieces will help encourage further delight.  Below is an excerpt on the tin anniversary tradition from the museum’s website.

The custom of giving anniversary gifts of increasing value through the years of marriage originated in medieval Germany but was interpreted in a whimsical manner in Victorian America. During the second half of the nineteenth century, the tenth—or tin—anniversary became an occasion of riotous celebration, and whimsical gifts made of tin were presented to the married couple. Often they were oversized replicas of everyday items or humorous pieces with personal meaning. In 1881, John H. Young wrote that the custom of “celebrating wedding anniversaries has of late been largely practiced.” Ten years later, Richard A. Wells, in Culture and Dress of the Best Society, suggested that “a general frolic is in order at the tin wedding. It is an occasion for getting together old friends after ten years of married life. . . . The invitations for this anniversary may be made upon cards covered with tin foil or upon the ordinary wedding note paper with a tin card enclosed. Those guests who desire to accompany their congratulations with appropriate presents have the whole list of articles manufactured by the tinner from which to select.”

Professional tinsmiths cut the pieces from sheet tin using templates, and the sections were soldered together. The seams were hooked over each other and hammered to create a tight seal. Surviving anniversary tin demonstrates not only the skill with which the items were fashioned but also the variety of forms available. The top hat, eyeglasses, slippers, bonnet, and bow tie are part of a group of more than twenty pieces discovered together in Gobles, Michigan, and were probably gifts from a single tenth-anniversary celebration.

What traditions of love do you craft or collect?  Does material carry meaning?

Auctions and My Art Story ~ An Approach to Collecting

By this juncture, I just may have established that I’m clueless when it comes to crafting.  What I have not said is that in other areas, well, I’m just not that clueless.

There, I’ve come clean.

While I don’t intend to debunk the validity of my clueless crafting – afterall, I relish in the freedom it has given me to fail with a smile – I don’t want to withhold what by nature captures my fancy.

Back Art Story

I’m trained academically in art history and professionally in the inside world of the art market at the Fashion Institute of Technology, New York (Click here for more on this amazing program).

I’ve plodded along in the fascinating fields of art appraisal and the recovery of stolen and looted art & objects.  Before this,  in a large bank organizing an art lecture series for prominent collectors.  And, delightfully true, when one lives in a center for art trade, how could she not have spent countless hours in galleries, museums and auction houses?

Future Art Story

Now I’m slowly transitioning to the other side:  the would-be collector.  If even I have auction apprehension, I can only presume that others do as well. But what makes me hopelessly attached to the auction format is the adrenaline rush of competition.  In my world, that plastic paddle is a menacing weapon, asserting autonomy and art audacity.  I’m declaring the right to make life beautiful and meaningful.  This right, however, only comes with work – your work.

Your Art Story

* Get acquainted with art and antiques that will financially never be within reach.  In the museum, works have been vetted by specialists.  They know (most of the time) what is authentic.  Put yourself in their eyes.  You may have seen a similar painting or sideboard in your grandmother’s attic, but how does the one in the museum differ?

* Go to auction previews.  They are free, open to the public, and welcome questions.  Specialists will be milling about, at the ready to answer your thoughtful questions.  So you want to look at the back of the painting for signs of restoration or damage?  Perfect! Ask to have them take it down so you can have a good look.  You can’t do this in a museum, so get in there and go for it.

* Go to galleries whose works most represent your taste. If you don’t know your taste, all the better.  Explore!  Begin to forge a relationship with the dealer, which will in turn allow you to profit from her expertise. Consider her a teacher willing to impart knowledge to a future client.  Afterall, if you do purchase, her commission is the result of your education.

* Do your own research.  Google. Read books.  Check online art databases for recent auction results for your artist, genre, Regency chair. Visit other galleries, museums, auction houses, non-vetted group shows, artists’ studios, non-profits, corporate art collections, the hospital waiting room.  Be autonomous. Be audacious.

I’ve been tromping around New York for years and I’m still not comfortable with the art and antiques world scene.  It’s a growing process.  Whether you live here or in a small town seemingly off the map, people are and have been creating exquisite works of expression.  The above tips are not relegated to my geographic location.  As art is everywhere, in subsequent installments I will share with you resources such as websites; books; online auctions; art & antique sale indexes; building relationships within the art world; and steps to ensure your purchase is indeed authentic.

Now, I’m curious.  Share a story or anything you know or want to know about acquiring art, antiques, collectibles, and furniture at auction.

Textured Time

What a week! As I sit from my perch at the side of a quiet, yet dignified old brownstone fireplace amongst the personal effects that make my life meaningful: husband, heavy tomes + light novellas alike, a sundry of objets trouves from our travels,and one special piece I made called Textured Time, I sense an approaching serenity.

Quelle surprise. This is the sentiment of a woman who usually finds herself in a flurry of activity on Sunday.  Always. Wanting. More. Until sidelined with a physically debilitating and emotionally crushing flu that threw me into a serious bout of self reflection.

Last night when my husband buried me under the covers, willing my fever to break, a slew of images swirled about. In the onset of visual vertigo and a deafening – literally – ear infection, I relived the week’s monumental happenings.

The private event at the Museum of Art & Design, the culmination of a month-long sprint of politicking and art prattling, turned out to be one of the most rewarding art events I’ve planned to date.

This photo reminds me of the days I used to coordinate luncheons in the arts for prominent art collectors. This one, though, had the Clueless Crafter branded all over it: lighthearted exchange amongst a bevy of beautiful and intriguing decorative objects.

The article Don’t Do It Yourself, born out of a year’s rumination on the rewards and risks of the handmade life.

The handmade clock Textured Time (which I truly adore and therefore named!) is the result of the Bauhaus Lab I attended at The Museum of Modern Art.

My interpretation of a day recorded in the material world. Feathers mark daybreak; creams punctuated by black velour signify the struggle to wake; soft blues and silkyviolet show the daily humdrum; and, heavy orange plaids are the day's seconds woven together, fiery with hope and the prospect of another day richly lived.

And now last week’s excitement is screeching to a halt and another week is on the brink.  I am left with sights, sounds, and feelings of a time that will never have the same texture.  There is a profound sense of loss as I grapple with the past and the will to go forward.  What next?

The hard part about life is loss.  Sometimes all we can do is cling longingly to a relic.  I’m glad that this evening I have Textured Time with me.  Thank god I made it.

What textures of time gone by do you cherish most?

Don’t Be Tardy for the Party

Alrighty, are we officially tired of all this Basel ballyhoo? Good.

Moving on from that yawner, I’d like to share some fantastic news with you! It has come to my attention that I have created a new profession for myself, perhaps even a new profession for personkind.  It wouldn’t be a stretch, self promotion or propaganda of any sort to posit that this new field could cure joblessness – forever.

I am a watcher of famous people (see, I'm just like that camera!).  All. Eyes. On. Them.

I am a watcher of famous people (see, I'm just like that camera!). All. Eyes. On. Them.

I’m adding the soon-to-be-respected title Professional Audience Member to my resume.  At 8 am tomorrow, I will plop my toosh in Wendy Williams’ pink candy fluff TV studio, at the ready to holler for my honey.  As she personally requested in the official mass email correspondence, I am not planning on being tardy for this party.  This is probably one of the best professional assignments I’ve gotten to date.  I can say that with confidence on the eve of my sixth TV appearance,  some of those ranked America’s finest daytime TV sets.

To all of you who have considered this your career, I’d like to share a few caveats.  This  is not for the weak.

1.  Consider your physical fitness before diving in.  Standing is required.  There are long lines to get in, longer lines for the restroom and an even longer line to get out.  Security is no joke; if you plan on stealing a memento of your visit, say a chair or an autographed photo be prepared to visit the slammer.

2.   Secondly, they don’t heat the studio, so layer up.  It has something to do with the lights generating a lot of heat, but I don’t buy it.  Anyways, it is what it is so bring a snowsuit if that will keep you warm.

3.  Finally, hunger can set in unexpectedly.  A perk of the profession is that they often provide free coffee and packaged double chocolate Sara Lee muffins before, but once the show starts be prepared to starve.  I suggest keeping a flask of water at the ready and/or an energy bar velcroed around your waist, under your shirt of course.  Sometimes I wear an adult diaper in case of an emergency bathroom need.  We all know what coffee and a cold room will do for the bladder.

I would love to illuminate the finer points further, but being a Professional Audience Member requires a well-hydrated, super rested body.  I will not be the Clueless Clapper, the last one to clap when queued by the audience warm up guy!  That’s room for automatic dismissal and totally embarrassing.

Here’s the list of all my famous debuts.  Hope you’re not jealous, but you probably are.

* The Wendy Williams Show

* Good Morning America

* The Maury Povich Show (I came home with a bad case of carpel tunnel attributed to overclapping.  Just another day on the job)

* The Rachael Ray Show

* Bravo’s Top Artist (yet to air)

* The Martha Stewart Show

Adieu, my fans!

When the Art Market Is a Big Bully, You Got to Get Arthletic

A stroll through a high caliber, “blue chip” art fair as seen from this clueless collector.  I know my art, but sure can’t play the collector part.

The Basel Bully - the collectors, the blue chip galleries, the aspirational affluent - take on the art uninitiated.

The Basel Bully - the collectors, the blue chip galleries, the aspirational-affluent - takes on the art market uninitiated.

Art Basel Miami was a bully to my senses. The fair, the 15 satellite exhibitions, the whole production from pre- to after-party was a twitching muscle demanding the submission of all assets  - spiritual to financial – to its needy desire.  It wanted to perform for me; I to perform for it.

You wouldn't happen to be VIP?  Oh, you're notttt?!  As I've been hearing, John, (taking a quarter turn to his left) the blogs have been saying that you have had the most active backroom of all at the fair.  What's the champagne for?  Everything is sold.  (cork pops, both smile).

Overheard: "You wouldn't happen to be VIP? OH, you're not?! As I've been hearing, John, (taking a quarter turn to his left away from Non-VIP Person) the blogs have been saying that you have had the most active backroom at the fair. . . What's the champagne for?" "Everything sold, of course." (cork pops, both smile).

From my 5′4″ shortstuff standpoint, the fair’s muscularity was palpable. For the moneyed and the art afficonado who frequent this premier event, politesse was remarkably passee.  A push here a body check there?  Yeah rah!  A  point on the score board. . . .

The Basel Labrynth where clans of collectors lurk, waiting to strike a move.

The Basel Labyrinth where clans of collectors lurk, waiting to strike a move. (photo credit Artnet.com)

I’m a feisty woman who works assiduously to achieve the utopia of perfected self esteem (HEY, we all got dreams), yet the labyrinthine passageways that cut in and out of the exhibition booths threw me right off that path.  I could not contend with the pulsing, ornery crowds.   At every corner, I was knocked into, clearly  sized up by teems of fellow fair goers, gallerinas, collectors, and would-be elite.  It’s all so performative, theatrical, which seemed unusual until I realized I had gone from the sidelines (art historian) to a main participant in the art market game.

The Basel Blood Clot at fair's entrance.  In just moments, toes will be stepped on, glares will be shared, and an aggressive nudge will strike the unsuspecting

The Basel Blood Clot at fair's entrance. In just moments, toes will be stepped on, glares will be shared, and an aggressive nudge will strike the unsuspecting

In one weekend, I leapt from art appreciator to art speculator.  And so I became arthletic.  I confronted the Basel Bully head on.  I pushed back, got sassy with the gallery assistant who wouldn’t share a work’s price with me, and best of all, I remained positive, knowing that the market can only destroy the artist’s intention, the aura of the work, if I let it.

How would you carry yourself in the art market environment I described?  Would you be disenchanted by the money, the affluence, the art-as-object for purchase mentality?

**As a side note – and I’m ashamed to admit this, though not really –  I dropkicked some art.  That’s right, there was a work installed on the floor and when I walked across the exhibition space, I heard the sickening crunch of art under foot.  Crunchy, cracky, shattery, art explosion!  My quick reply to the jaws on the floor, “Sorrrry.  But it’s probably not safe for the art to be there.”  Classy, uber classee.

Basel Miami 2: Critique My Art Aesthetic

Within the week, I will pen my thoughts on what it was like to go to Art Basel, to be at the most exclusive happening of the contemporary art world.

Until then, peek at the last few works I captured from Pulse Miami, one of Basel’s 15 satellite fairs.  Imagine what it would be like to own an original, a piece of art that made you think or feel something you had never experienced before.  What would that work look like?

If you’re not into the art, then check out a blog I frequent to keep up with my dose of art market news and gossip.  I know this journalist-blogger and respect her insight.

Click here for Basel and Scope artworks part 1.

Pulse Miami

Not afraid of the Kindle, this work captures the essence of book as art as decor.  They speak volumes.

Not afraid of the Kindle, this work captures the essence of book as art as decor. They speak volumes.

Baroque beauty.  Jewelry as art.  Again, a bit more of my design side.

Baroque beauty. Jewelry as art. Again, a bit more of my design side.

Sun, water, zizzle zazzle.  Miami.  Looks like by the end of Basel, I became a design hound.

Sun, water, zizzle zazzle. Miami. Looks like by the end of Basel, I became a design hound.

Bureaucratic beauty.  This will be placed next to the Baroque beauty.  Good bye Miami, back to the office.

Bureaucratic beauty. This will be placed next to the Baroque beauty. Good bye Miami, back to the office.

Basel Miami 1: Critique My Art Aesthetic

Alex Katz, complementary colors, bright palette & simplified form

Alex Katz, complementary colors, bright palette & simplified form.

Rhinestoned animal is always an art plus

Rhinestoned animal is always an art plus.

Three oil paintings of old masters

Two oil painting replicas of old masters who, cleverly, appear to have been photographed.

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T. J. Wilcox mixed media of Austrian princess who was stabbed, but corseted so heavily that she didn't know until she took them off.  She bled to death.

T. J. Wilcox mixed media of Austrian princess (artist uses one of only a few extant photographs) who was stabbed, but corseted so heavily that she didn't know until she took it off & bled to death. Satisfies my taste for the Victorian macabre.

T.J. Wilcox

T.J. Wilcox

Louise Lawler The dark glow takes me to the inner sanctum of an Egyptian chamber

Louise Lawler The dark glow takes me to the inner sanctum of an Egyptian chamber.

Kehinde Wiley After Rubens, A piece of Michael Jackson that kept the art blogs buzzing.

Kehinde Wiley After Rubens, A monumental painting of Michael Jackson that kept the art blogs buzzing. Eeeeew, okay just noticed where my head lands in this painting. No wonder I look shell shocked and a bit like the King himself.

Kehinde Wiley Modeled after a deceased St. Cecilia.  Striking reworking of academic styles to fit modern subject matter.

Kehinde Wiley Modeled work after a deceased St. Cecilia. Striking reworking of academic styles to fit modern subject matter.

Presented by Fontana Gallery, Italy, the reflective surface of "Desire" offers a playful interplay between art and viewer.  Satisfying to see myself inside desire.

Exhibited by Fontana Gallery, Italy, the reflective surface of Desire offers a playful interplay between art and viewer. Satisfying to see myself inside desire.

Circle of food, a witty, dark take on our relationship with food?  I find it funny because my hubby says I have a symphony of food, dishes, linens dancing around in my head.

Circle of food, a witty, dark take on our relationship with food? I find it funny because my hubby says I have a symphony of food, dishes, linens dancing around in my head.

Detail of food

Food in grotesque detail.

Yinka Shonibare melds my penchant for the Victorian while exploring meaty topics of class, gender, race

Yinka Shonibare melds my penchant for the Victorian (fashioned out of African fabrics) while exploring meaty topics of class, gender, race.

Hannah Wilke takes on feminist issues.  Panders to my intellect,  not visual desires

Hannah Wilke takes on feminist issues. Captivates my intellect, not visual desire.

Luxury escalade as big marketing pimp.  Intrigued by the blank billboards, blank screen in car.  A comment on advertising and consumption?

Luxury Escalade as big marketing pimp. Intrigued by the blank billboards beyond, blank screen in car. A comment on advertising and consumerism?

Scope Miami

Completely flat yet appears 3-D, this art chair panders to my design side

Completely flat yet appears 3-D, this art chair panders to my design side.

A scrupulously knit wedding banquet with the a melancholy twist "Great Expectations" Miss Havisham

A scrupulously knit wedding banquet with the melancholic twist of Miss Havisham's "Great Expectations"

A painting that comes to life through the camera lens. Hauntingly Elizabethan

A painting that comes to life through the camera lens. Hauntingly Elizabethan.

A fairytale gone wrong.  Innocence lost.  Adulthood never actualized

A fairytale gone wrong with art-words to spur the intellect. Innocence lost? Adulthood never actualized? Whose fault?

Krel being interviewed by European video journal

Krel being interviewed by European video journal.

Krel, a fashion designer, made dresses on site & tailored to your body within the hour

Art fashion interlude: Krel, a fashion designer, made dresses on site & tailored to your body within the hour.

In this post and the next, I have intentionally made little comment.  What I’d love to know is how would you craft your own art collection?  What pieces would you  include and why?

If you have questions about artist or medium, do ask.  For Krel’s fashion, click Krelwear.

Art Basel Miami Scene

Miami was on fire Thursday with record temps = a visit to the beach

Miami was on fire Thursday with record temps so I made a pit stop shoreside

So happy to be back in the holiday land! While Art Basel still has my head spinning, I wanted to immediately throw some photos your way to help contextualize what the week-long art extravaganza is about.  In addition to Art Basel, we also ventured to Scope and Pulse. In the next post, I’ll share all the artworks I liked and thought you may find interesting too. Finally, when our eyes are exhausted, I will put a few words about what it is like to experience this high-powered, see-and-be-seen fair.

If anything surprises you off the top of your head do share.  Most importantly though, draw your own conclusions before I put mine out there!

If you’re into the gossipy art thing, click  here.

Awaiting my friends, I dove into the ocean solo

Awaiting my friends, I dove into the ocean solo

Storm clouds brewing

Storm clouds brewing

Keeping it real, I crawl under a stack of chairs for shade

Keeping it real, I crawl under a stack of chairs for shade

Palm shadows on Deco

Palm shadows on Deco

Sunset on South Beach

Sunset on South Beach

Haddon Hall Hotel, the ultimate in Euro Essence luxury accomodations.

Haddon Hall Hotel, the ultimate in Euro Essence luxury accomodations.

Night descends; Miami becomes a Deco jewel box

Night descends; Miami becomes a Deco jewel box

Wynwood Walls, outdoor exhibition with stunning murals by lauded street artists

Wynwood Walls, outdoor exhibition with stunning murals by lauded street artists

Shepard Fairey at Wynwood Walls

Shepard Fairey at Wynwood Walls

Captivating formal qualities similar to those found in medieval illuminated manuscripts and Byzantine icons

Captivating formal qualities similar to those found in medieval illuminated manuscripts and Byzantine icons

mondrian mural

Haunting image of solitude. It will engulf you.

Lance Armstrong's Benefit

Stages Lance Armstrong's Benefit

Final pic before leaving Lance's benefit

Final pic before leaving Lance's benefit. Hmmm how long have we been up now??

Inside the fete

Inside the fete

On our way in to Basel

On our way in to Basel

Entrance to Art Basel

Entrance to Art Basel

Art Basel, the largest fair, abuzz with sales and art world gossip

Art Basel, the largest fair, abuzz with sales and art world gossip

Free-spirited hat guy flustred the serenity of these gallery owners

Free-spirited hat guy flustered the serenity of these gallery owners

Men's fashion memo for Basel 2009:  Everyone wear gingham.  Never seen so much of it.  These two gallery guys got another trend straight with greeen cords and washed denim over shirts, capped off with a lowbrow orange cravate

Men's fashion memo for Basel 2009: Everyone wear gingham. Never seen so much of it. These two gallery guys got another trend straight with greeen cords and washed denim overshirts, capped off with a lowbrow orange cravate

La Sandwicherie is a famous spot for French Street food on South Beach

La Sandwicherie is a famous spot for French Street food on South Beach

Scope, a much smaller, less-established fair

Scope, a much smaller, less-established fair

Scope's courtyard before a massive front came in dumping inches of water on us and dropping the temp by 30 degrees!

Scope's courtyard before a massive front came in dumping inches of water on us and dropping the temp by 30 degrees!

Entrance to Pulse Fair

Entrance to Pulse Fair