Art People

On Being Inside As An Outsider

It was one of those dinners that had no agenda for me, for it was in the world of art.

Very low stakes. I don’t even pretend to be a connoisseur. You should have seen me walking around Art Basel last week, giving in to my lowest instincts—we all have them, but I seem to indulge mine more than most—muttering the kinds of things only subcultural creatures like me think about:

“Oh, I could totally paint this.”
“Great, rocks painted in bright colors.”