The Modigliani below sold for $170.4 million.
That's cool.
I'm being a little disingenuous when I say that these works of art are disappearing - most were already in private collections. They're like those orchids that bloom once in a lifetime. Also, Christies is right across the street from my office, so it's very convenient to go see them.
There were the requisite Picassos that make you say, "my kid could do that."
And others that prompt, "I hope my kid never does that."
I didn't take a picture of the Monet estimated at a mere $3 million, compared to the rest at four or five, because it was pretty obvious that even Monet didn't like it.
This pair of million-dollar silver rectangles were not special enough to be farther from the exit door.
These, on the other hand, are awesome:
The orchids are just shy of showing up on a Lisa Frank folder, but I stood in front of them for ten minutes and kind of love them.
I was also hypnotized by this hallway:
It's a Damien Hirst. He also created this medicine cabinet:
Being a big artist takes some talent, but looking at the above is a reminder that it really takes chutzpah.
And finally a pair of Chuck Close portraits, which I love, and someday I will own a Chuck Close*.
*by "own a Chuck Close" I mean "Chuck Close poster."
