NADA Hudson was supposed to be a blast. Billed as a “site-specific project” presented by young dealers in the historic Hudson Basilica -- rather than a traditionally stodgy art fair -- it took shape in my imagination as a massive, haunting affair, with bats in the rafters, giveaways and water slides, hip artists staging interventions in crowded restroom lines and bounties of booze: a real party on the idyllic banks of the river that would justify the four hours and 120-something dollars I spent to get myself there.
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