The Art in Attendance

A long time ago we were very serious about going to art openings to take in whatever was on the walls (or hanging from the ceiling, or stuffed into a crack in the floor, or lurking beneath a staircase). Now, though, the crowds at such events are simply too distracting. But who’s complaining? Not us—especially if the scene includes men in chunky eyeglasses with crisp shirts underneath their jackets, and women who’ve gone to the adventurous outer reaches of their wardrobes for the occasion. For the simple, often solitary act of perusing art, one might as well come back another day; save opening-night receptions for studying the well-dressed human form.