In Case of Tent Collapse, Find My Body Next to the Spotted Pumpkin: Dinner Party Does Frieze NY

Saturday, 10 May 2014. 5:04 p.m. The big, bright white tent that housed Frieze New York shook violently in the afternoon rainstorm. The choppy waves of the East River crashed onto the shore only a few feet away. Surely someone prepared the tent for Mother Nature’s attempts to party crash, I thought. I was, after all, at one of the world’s top art fairs. Surely someone accounted for such potential disasters, right?

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