Too bad I forgot my three hundred thousand dollars in my other pants.
Otherwise, what a great modernism show and sale.
About three quarters of the way through, I hit aesthetic overload. So many stunningly beautiful things. Ugh, a nice quanity of good-looking gay men didn't help either. And rich, too ... unless they were posseurs like us.
As I said right after the show ... I've always wanted to be fabulously wealthy - - and now I know why.
