As sure as the seasons change, Gallery Weekend is here again. The day begins by emerging out of a May 1st-induced hangover, slapping on the SPF 50 and heading out the door, Red Bull in hand. It’s 1PM, the U7 is doing me dirty and I’m already behind schedule. The annual ritual of making ambitious plans to visit no less than 20 galleries in one day is quickly abandoned, as I begin refining my…
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