Laundered by a benign autumnal sun, Manhattan last week seemed renewed, inviting, lithically radiant. Along the upper reaches of Madison Avenue, beyond adville, New Yorkers and out-of-towners ambled with art-gallery directories in their hands and expectancy in their eyes. Afternoons, from 5 to 7, the tinkling of ice in Scotch at show openings was audible out to the sidewalks. Inside the galleries, visitors doing New York on $5or $500a day pridefully signed the guest books, and sometimes added: "UGH!" or "Best show in the city." It was all available for the price of...
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