The entrance to Tefaf New York at the Park Avenue Armory
Mark Niedermann
Art-induced whiplash: So it went with the fall 2018 edition of Tefaf New York, the little sister to “the Olympics of art fairs,” as I overheard one dealer at the Friday (26 October) “First Look” vernissage say of the Big Daddy fair in Maastricht. Here at the Park Avenue Armory, however, instead of actual masterpieces, you mostly saw what just looked like masterpieces.
Naturally, there were authentic gems to behold at the 93 exhibitor stands, like the diamonds, emeralds, and other precious stones set into adornments for neck, wrist, hand and ear. Unlike the spring Tefaf New York, which gives a passing nod to Modern and contemporary dealers, this one is heavily weighted toward the European and the decidedly antique.
Browsers could whipsaw their way down the carpeted aisles and take in Roman, Chinese or Mayan antiquities, Delftware, Meissen porcelains, silver platters galore, medieval altarpieces, Italian Renaissance portraits, Japanese prints, Netherlandish still lifes and Post-Impressionist and American realist paintings. Here and there, such incompatible wares were together in just one or two booths. Although this is only the New York fairs third year, some seem to reappear each time.
There were oddities. Jaime Eguiguren of Buenos Aires advertised “Young Picasso,” a straightforward 1895 portrait, on its outer wall, which was painted pitch-black, as was the rest of the booth. Wartski of London had a silver Fabergé match-striker in the form of a bullfrog. At Benjamin Proust (Paris) I found a gouache by Auguste Rodin, of all people, though it seemed not in the best condition. (This is one fair where its common to see dealers and collectors peering through lighted magnifiers to inspect the tiniest of details.)
“I love coming here and just geeking out,” said Alison Gingeras, a curator of strictly contemporary art. “And they serve giant potato chips. I mean, giant.”
It was cocktail hour, and the swells were swilling Champs and noshing hors doeuvres laid out on tables evenly spaced between makeshift bars on the three crowded ground-floor aisles. I didnt think the chips were all that big. Looming much larger, at the back of Hirschl & Adlers stand, was Gilbert Stuarts resplendent full-length portrait of George Washington. That was a surprise. The painting used to hang in the New York Public Library, which deaccessioned it, unfortunately, about ten years ago.
The Broadway producer Jeffrey Seller with a portrait of Gilbert Stuart at Tefaf New York
Linda Yablonsky
One interested party was the Broadway producer Jeffrey Seller, who was “geeking” around with the art consultant Yvonne Force Villareal. “I produced Hamilton,” Seller told the delighted dealer on hand, “so this is really meaningful for us.” Evidently, the price (upper millions) was not. “I dont know much about what came before the postwar period,” Villareal said. “So I come here to learn.” A few minutes later, she and Seller were taking a long look at a portrait by Chaim Soutine at Londons Richard Nagy.
Considering their rarity and presumably limited supply, illuminated manuscripts had quite a presence. At least three different dealers brought them, and they were beautiful. Rare book dealers can find an audience here, though when I stopped into a library set into an alcove by the Parisian antiquarian Librairie Amélie Sourget that contained at least one half-million-dollar volume of stylish costumes from the reign of Louis XIV, no one else was there. Their bad luck. This is a market ripe for exploitation.
Londons Robilant + Voena upped the Old World ante with an exhibition titled “In Pursuit of Caravaggio.” A very 20th-century ceramic twist by Lucio Fontana hung between two 16th-century Italian paintings. The only link I could discern between the artists and the ghost of Caravaggio was their nationality.
Going to Tefaf New York, in other words, is a little like visiting an aging eccentrics private collection. Which is not a bad experience. Its a peculiar and enjoyably distracting fair that seems to lust after an aristocracy that doesnt exist. Then again, I overheard a young man with a suspicious tan say to his companion, “I think Ill get that Tiffany vase on the way home.”
• Tefaf New York, Park Avenue Armory. until 31 October
