Call me the Art Bitch, but the likelihood of getting a polite response to a stupid question isn’t all that high after I’ve been waiting in the cold for half an hour. Such was the case yesterday evening while I stood outside Apex Art in the hopes of viewing “Lots of Things Like This”, an exhibition curated by Mr. McSweeney himself, Dave Eggers. “What’s going on?” asked one casual observer, to which someone replied, “It’s a Dave Eggers exhibition”, as though he was the artist, not the curator. “Oh, is it a club?” the guy continued, unfortunately prompting the kind of response that only fuels the thought that the art world is full of snots, “No!” I said haughtily, “It’s a not for profit gallery space”. Undoubtedly piercing the beer thought bubble above his head, he got the picture and walked off.
In case you’re wondering, my patience for waiting in lines exhausted itself almost immediately after that, so I never saw the show. However, shortly before that decision was made, I witnessed about five million camera flashes go off at the corner of Church and 6th ave. I assume it was either Mayor Bloomberg or Mr. Eggers, though at that point I didn’t care enough to check it out.