Feeling that Armory Week is the best time to hit the galleries, because nobody will be there, I stopped by L&M Arts on East 78th Street, rang the bell, and ran smack into Peter Brant, who looked fantastic, slimmed down in a chocolate-colored corduroy suit. We were alone together, except for the cheery L&M staff, which was hanging a Frank Stella black painting, one of the murkier ones, on the back wall. As I leaned against a ladder, smiling, it occurred to me that L&M had exactly the right relaxed attitude towards art frenzy: when the lemmings head to the sea, be a seagull.
