FRIEZE ART FAIR
Some people said the tent was amazing, some the art. I found the mix of people most arresting. Instead of bumping arms with hermes bags, converse sneakers outnumbered anything designer . Sipping coffee, drinking wine, munching on croissants, eating pizza, guzzling beer, pushing baby carriages, chatting with friends and talking about art was the Frieze vibe.
I watched the tent go up. I knew it was 3 football fields long, still I could not feel the vastness of it until inside. Walking to the end of one aisle was a work out in itself and then it was time to turnaround and head back down in the another endless direction.
Even though I think the whole book thing is dead, not at Frieze. Art books of popular and little known publishers, plus limited editions were selling.
And of course there was the people watching
At Frieze, no one spoke in a a hushed tone. More state fair than art fair, Frieze was a New York moment; as vibrant as a city sidewalk at rush hour. Maybe this is the way ART is meant to be experienced.