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Monthly Archives: May 2010
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By the last day of COLLECT we’re running out of time. After years of working at Bullseye Gallery, Jamie announces she’s never seen glass blown (it is possible to take this gotta-be-Bullseye-gotta-be-kilnformed thing too far).
Adam Aronson takes pity and invites us for breakfast and a lesson at his hotshop in West Brompton. Charming neighborhood, good croissant, and Adam proves to be a brilliant teacher. |
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Friday inside the Saatchi Galleries, it’s all business. Sales are stronger than we’ve seen in years.
Without a doubt the most satisfying clients are the ones who return a year later to say they deeply regret the purchase they didn’t make the year before and would like to make up for it immediately! |
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By 5:00 pm Thursday the painful memory of set-up is fading. Drawn, bug-like, to Saatchi’s glamorously-lit digs, we arrive for the VIP Preview of COLLECT 2010.
Inside there is just about everything that makes us keep coming back year after year. |
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It’s a portent. Gallery. Mess.
Walking into London’s Saatchi Gallery to set up for this year’s Crafts Council COLLECT fair, I notice the signage over the posh café that’s pimping itself at the entrance to Charles Saatchi’s refurbished military barracks, aka Duke of York Headquarters, aka chichi Chelsea’s chicest exhibition space. We’ve arrived. That’s me, Jamie, our gallery’s assistant director, and Jeff, formerly our gallery’s head preparator until he moved to England. How cool is this? It’s our fourth time doing COLLECT. We must think this makes sense. |