Does someone who buys a painting for $140 million simply take out their chequebook and ask for a pen? Do they swipe their American Express Centurion? Do armoured cars pull up in front of Christie's, laden with gold bars?
In New York, art has always left traces behind, but like everything else in the city, those traces vanish a little more with every passing day, until they are completely erased. Take Soho, my neighborhood since 1985.