AGAINST ART FAIRS
by Charlie Finch



It’s that time of year again, the one I dread most, when, at the diciest weather point of the New York year, a thousand art fairs and 10,000 ancillary events usher in the month of March. Art fairs are to looking at art what porn is to making love: a wide variety of partial impressions which draw one away from and ultimately shatter the whole experience.

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