Day 1 of 3; this place is bananas. Right this moment, I am sitting in booth 59a at ScopeHamptons, with gallery owner extraordinaire Jen Bekman and featured artist Amy Ross, who is an utter phenom--her madcap, striking watercolors splice the DNA of chronicles of the natural world only to recombine and reinvent it. There is some fantastic art at the fair, and some of it, well let's just say, reflects the most extraordinary taste. I'll perhaps have more later, but mostly I'm helping answer questions for potential buyers, drinking free beer, making sure the postcards stacks stay tidy, and having glaring typos corrected on the entrance signage. Also on the agenda, eating the chocolate intended for passersby and flipping through the free magazines that are everywhere, like Culture & Travel (FSG editor Lorin Stein has a really good article on French gardens in the current issue, actually, although I didn't notice the byline until the end), Whitewall, et al. Quote of the day, from Bomb:
"In another time I guess I would have been content with filming girls and cats. But you don't choose your time." -- Chris Marker
We'll be here until 8 or so, and then I hope to go for a dip in the pool where I'm staying and start reading a book I picked up yesterday on the role of "the archive" in contemporary art. But I am sure there are a million parties to go to, not that I would have any idea. 'Cos I'm a nerd. But who knows?
Update: Amy Ross has a blog! It's brilliant, natch. See Post Number One.
Update #2: AR's Nature Morph has a new address (and you can see my shiny silver clogs in action)! Amy is blogging up a storm, although I had to insist that last night's "Group shot by the pool, Still Life with Rose and Dunhills 'round midnight" be password-protected at all times.