Find Max Wigman’s gallery. It is upstairs and the only sign of it is a buzzer at a doorway. I get buzzed in thinking that maybe Max himself is there and I can see if he remembered me from Miami. I walk up the flight of stairs. Arriving to the first floor there is a gallery space with art on the walls. Nothing else. No desk or gallerinas or even an office or doorway to anywhere. If you had a question about the artwork or wanted to buy something, tuff. You would have to walk down to the buzzer and talk to the hidden gallerina there. Leaving the gallery space, the next floor up is roped off. Your only option is to go back down.
Go through Sotheby’s galleries. Meet a Russian? collector interested in art with weapons. Have high tea in their café. They use the café as an extension to their offices. They seemed to conduct more business there than in their offices. One man, who I’ve seen in the media, but don’t know who he is, kept looking at me like he wondered who I was. Or who let this “scrub” in. I’ll never know which. See a painting about 15 feet high by 20.
Highgate Fine Art will take me if they can work out their lease. They are up on the high part of London and have been open 35 years. I think hey have accumulated too many artists for the space he currently has though, so I doubt I'll do it. The new building owner is trying to raise his rent 56%.
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