The dust is rising as the last few struts are removed and packed up for onward travel,The Dutch are licking their wounds following another World Cup penalty shoot-out failure, and a disconsolate mood hangs over the dry bare ground revealed by the vanished Masterpiece 'Evolution' tent like a miasma.
The street artist lives on both sides of the fence and his grass is always green. An anti-capitalist whose biographies are littered with pound signs. A critic of the auction houses but has retrospective on at Sotheby's S |2 gallery.
A red carpet unfurls along the broad sidewalk of Old Bond Street, leading gallantly to the golden gates of Sotheby's. Cameras flash incessantly as James Bond villains glide through the doors, accompanied by their retired Victoria's Secret models...
This Monday was one of those big Mondays. You know the ones which are expected and you feel slightly nervous about and the result is uncertain. Well it was one of those. Monday was Nazy Vassegh's first day. Who is she, you ask?
In spite of the mass-mediated efforts to maintain a respectable semblance, outside of that auction room where The Scream was neutralised, the world we inhabit boasts remarkable similarities with Munch's vision.