My Job At Sotheby’s

“It was obvious from my very first day that Sotheby’s would be exactly as I had come to imagine it. As the elevator reached each floor, archetypes spilled forth. Tweedy men got off at Rare Books, preppies at Impressionism, former sorority pledges at HR. The cool girls got off at Contemporary.”

Is It A Problem That Celebrated Artist David Hockney Doesn’t Draw Blossoms Very Well?

“All blossoms share a characteristic and a significance: they’re frail, and they have a transience that, in Potter’s words, reminds us of the ‘nowness of everything.’ In only one or two pictures does Hockney’s blossom suggest that. Mostly, the blossom looked solid enough to stick to its bushes for ever, writhing from branches like a crop of impaled yellow slugs. I never thought that blossom could look so evil.”