This weekend was the 5th annual NY Art Book Fair over at MoMA’s PS1. I duly wrapped myself up and walked over the Pulaski bridge to check it out–only to find that the walk was the easy part. Making my way through crowded hallways and rooms was the less easy part.

Over 200 booths were set up with everything from books on artists to artist’s books to T-shirt to buttons. There was so many clever, funny and well-made things there that I got overwhelmed. I left without even a button.

Cinders Gallery’s booth

I think I should just accept the fact the art fairs, or any attempt to stuff a lot of things into one show, does not work well with me. I felt a bit like I was at a really cool mall, got pretty hot, and left without feeling like I was able to appreciate one nifty, neat, or beautiful thing. On top of that, my boyfriend lost the llama hat with ear flaps that I bought in Peru. So its fair to say this awesomely successful fair was, for me, a bust. Props to everyone else involved though.

Tauba Auerbach paper sculpture

Let me know if you’ve seen my llama hat.

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