From the New York Press:
“Do you have an opening Friday night,” a comely 20-something asked me at MoMA’s kickoff party for the 2009 Armory show. Flattered, I was about to reply that I had plans that could most certainly be moved when I thought better of it. “Oh, I don’t work at a gallery,” I responded. We both looked at our feet and shuffled on. —
In the packed museum, gallerinas, scruffy Williamsburg lumberjack types and surprised looking art collectors and Lucy Liu mingled, drinking Grolsch and taking in the Martin Kippenberger show on the second floor.
Standing beneath Andy Warhol’s Flowers, painter Melodie Provenzano said, “It’s worth the $100 to come here. It’s business but it still feels indie.” Stopping to snap a photo with her camera, the petite brunette added, “Warhol would be here if he was alive.”
Across the room, a strapping Brooklynite in a low-cut T-shirt and unbuttoned Bengal-striped number wasn’t so sure. “It’s a young collectors scene,” he said, gesturing to the young suits milling about the room.
Bash Compactor (New York Press)