Frieze Art Fair

Back from my hiatus. Being away for work for such a long time sometimes makes my readjustment to the real world, my world, that much slower. Welcome back to your life! Yaay! And I won't even discuss how exhausted I have been. Stefano is urging me to go to the gym which I completely agree with him on, only how do I do it when all I want to do is wind myself up into a ball like a cat and nap and my back is one big knot and my feet feel as though they have been bound and don't know how to grip the ground anymore (high heel syndrome).

But I am back in London and already the leaves have changed, the air is crisp the days are shorter. Yes, its Fall and pretty soon after all of the leaves on the tree in front of our house turn yellow they will drop off of their branches and expose us again to the park and the highrollers in the loft flats across the park from us. Ah, is that a real Rothenstein you have hanging up there in your multimillion pound ex factory loft flat?



Speaking of Fall and art nothing is a better indicator to some Londoners that Fall has arrived than the Frieze Art Fair . I was happy that I was able to go to the opening on Wednesday as I've never been before. It was not only good people watching but great fun to be a little sauced and take in all of the art. Some of it was more concept than talent and well it made me greatly appreciate those friends of mine who are talented artists who gave up trying to do it as a career -- because no so more than in the art world is it about who you know and who can promote you. It also gave me a greater appreciation for fashion designers.

It was also nice to be in an environment not too dissimilar from a fashion industry party and know that I was completely off duty. Champagne? Why yes I will have another. I wish Stefano or my brother had been there with us they really would have had a great laugh, although my friends and I were not exactly subtle with our dismay at some masterpieces. Okay, it sounds as though I am taking the piss out of modern art, I am not. There is a lot of really good and relevant modern art and of course when we stopped and looked at individual pieces within a gallery there were plenty of things which I liked and actually one photograph I would have bought if I had money to spend. But taking the experience as a collective as one big gallery opening with models and writers and photographers and fashion designers and why yes artists, mingling amongst the gawkers and the stalls with flying stuffed squirrels and a donkey sculpture made of full garbage bags...um, why yes I'll have that Hennesey with champagne cocktail whatever makes this stuff more appealing...