Anyone else craving bacon? I just got back into New York after four days of working in Chicago and feel a bit like a vagabond; I’m heading out of town again on Thursday, this time to Cleveland. Life seems a bit frazzling (it’s a word, I double-checked) for many others, too.
My friend, who has a graduate degree in art and works in a gallery, informed me that this month is the application deadline for a number of open positions at Christie’s. This is, in part, because Guy Bennett, former co-head of the Impressionist and Modern Department took a number of people with him when he recently announced his departure from the auction house. You may have heard about this little thing called a recession going on that’s forced the major auction houses to lay off lots of staff, so it’s an exciting prospect for some people to get a shot at those highly desired jobs when the market has been frozen for awhile. Molly, I forgive you for canceling your happy hour plans with me in exchange for power dinner in hopes of snatching one of these gigs. I went to a birthday party and ate pierogies instead.
And, of course, no frazzling post would be worth its weight in snake meat if I didn’t share today’s story of a female Russian tourist who threw a mug, apparently of terra cotta make, at the Mona Lisa. Do not fret, the painting’s protective glass did the trick. I’m guessing the mug wasn’t filled with Stolichnaya– the Russian was whisked away to a psychiatric facility. Also, do you suspect that French medical wards have better food than American airlines?
