For Manhattanites who turned out at the opening of a brand-new gallery last week, the big show was not the paintings (a 100-year retrospective from Manet and Monet to Picasso and Pollock), but the gallery itself—a gleaming interior of sculptured white plaster, marble and aluminum in which walls seemed to flow, stairs to float. Ceilings billowed to house controlled artificial light, and even the floor, covered with a luxurious wool carpeting, at one point suddenly lapped over on itself to become a bench.
Collector's Spree. The new World House Galleries is the brain...
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