“Wait ’til you see the penis thing!”
“Forty-five thousand? Really?”
“I’m so lost.”
Most repeated expression of the day: “…and, you know, the artist attended Yale, and s/he’s been on the cover of…”
Eva + Adele at Art Basel.
Paul McCarthy’s chocolate buttplug Santas. I hate to admit this, but they smelled really good.
Basel by the numbers:
Number of skulls represented in pieces of art at Art Basel: 55.
Number of facelifts I spotted during my three hours at the fair: 167.
Pimpin’: Dzine at Deitch. I coulda used one of these to get around the convention center.
Rug by Can Sayinli and Jorgen Evil Ekvol. This is what my head felt like after I’d surveyed all the merch.
At the ShangArt Supermarket, where empty goods (literally) were on sale. Update: See a more complete view of this installation at AFC and the WSJ.
This delightful little number is called Hedge Fund. How apropos.
The art media is so totally weird. (Actually, this is Andrey Bartenev.)
While I counted facelifts, Celso was busy working the floor.
See more photos of the Basel Frazzle on my Flickr.
The buttplugs did smell good! 100,000 and you can have the chocolate buttplugs all to yourself. Apparently these ones are originals, but there are mass produced ones in New York. Who knows what the difference is, except that there are more of them.
i would have loved to have had the cash to buy one, bust it up and eat it right there.
I saw the two bald ladies yesterday at Art Basel but could swear the tall one is (was) a man. She had a 5 o’clock beard stubble!