We like to scour Craigslist during the art fairs. There’s something about a shopping mall for art that turns people on, and that fertile, sexy ground placed before us makes our job easy. With this year’s 2013 Armory Show though, the postings were slim. Sure, the trumpets of desire were tooted, but the songs were flat, deflated, and they were often sung by…your aunt and uncle.
Nobody Got Laid at The Armory Show This Weekend
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