Diary of an Art Dealer

Woke up to a text from a private client in Singapore , apparently her Sandy Warre-Hole arrived with a “slight crease” in the authentication folder. Not the work itself. Just the paper. I told her I’d send another. Still, it’s extraordinary what people fixate on when they’re spending seven figures. Walked through Berkeley Square around … Read more

Diary of an Art Dealer

Rain again. The kind of fine mist that makes Bond Street glisten like polished marble and drives tourists into the galleries just to escape it. I spent the morning adjusting the hanging height of that unsettling Spen Leopard triptych. No matter where I place it, someone always asks if the figures are dead or sleeping. … Read more