Art13 London

Like all parties and major happenings taken place in the business side of the art world I had received a personal invitation for the next big event happening in London a couple of weeks ago. Art Fairs are excellent places to meet new people and involve oneself in future business perspectives. For some time one of the main topics in conversations was the party. Who would be there? Will it be a success? Who shall accompany me during the evening? Will it match other big parties happening around the globe? but, in particular, the one happening in London? What would this party be all about? Madrid tend to be more about food, friends and gossips; Basel it is, definitely, more heavy S&M; Paris the natural eloquence of the city; whereas the London Autumn party is more fashion and being in the viewing place. Normally, if I stay until the end it means the party has been a success; if I live through the evening it might mean that it was not so much. On the day, around 5pm, for my surprise, and even when it was only open for special invited people, the party was already busy. Strolling along the salon went to find my party, which was at the opposite corner, in the London First, from where I was standing. Some time after, G. and I, we decided to go for a walk and see where and what was going on. Fist stop the celebrities relaxing area. Dull place, definitely in need of great improvements in terms of unique sensorial experiences - will propose something far batter for it to L.W.! Since this was not the king of environment for people with our level of sensibility and interconnection with, we took our lead to the bar next door. A glass of champagne from a nearby private Partner while deciding where to go next, to go and see something worth viewing and be viewed and experienced: some paintings, some sculptures, a useful introduction to 2 photographers, from Manila, by B, from Austria, about the ideological conflicts between geographies, and so on. Until we found what we were looking for - naked woman, free drinks and food, music and drugs - at the bankers' and financiers' private party! It was 20h30 when someone kick us out. In the meantime H. had joint us. Whom, as G. has described, "...she's far too young for you, so hands off! and anyway I have some hopes in that dept...". Afterwards, our party went to the after-party at a claustrophobic underground pub in Mayfair.