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I was willing to get scammed by Anna Delvey for free food, but five glasses of expensive chabli simply wasn’t enough. The irony was borderline unbearable, and I was growing frustrated. Most of the people I talked to worked in the media industry, like me. In case you are 22 and don't have a spare $10,000 to drop on a sliver of a piece of art, you can buy limited edition prints of some of the sketches for $250. I decided not to congratulate them in case the purchase was all part of an elaborate public art experiment. Their angry frowning made it hard to tell if they were happy. They did a moody photoshoot afterwards to celebrate. I witnessed a gaggle of twenty-somethings drop thousands of dollars to own a percentage of one of Delvey’s sketches. Pictures of other people posing with the sketches. Pictures of themselves looking at the sketches. Everybody in the room was taking pictures. I think they are a little obvious, or as people in the art world would say, derivative. One of the sketches from Anna Delvey’s Allegedly exhibit.
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According to a statement Christopher Martine, an art dealer who represents Delvey, gave to Time Out New York, “The sketches tell a story from her perspective from pre-trial New York City life, trial, post trial and current events.” Okay, sure. The exhibit, titled “Allegedly,” is composed of 20 sketches that Delvey made while incarcerated at Orange County Correctional Facility in upstate New York. Some good-looking, young people offered us wine. It should be noted the upper floors of the Public Hotel have very nice views of New York City. It was a great start to an evening that would just get weirder and worse as time dragged on.Īfter showing the right email to another person dressed in leather, we made it up to the exhibit. At this point, not only was I hungry, I was also certain that a leather-clad stranger who sneezed on me had just given me Covid. Upon arriving, we saw approximately 300 people fighting to gain entrance to the elevators that would whisk them up to the rooftop art exhibit and exactly zero snacks. I blame my friend for this decision, and you should too. I had somehow gotten on the VIP list for Anna Delvey’s much hyped art show and despite having zero interest in Anna Delvey, scam culture, or prison art, had decided to attend. “I swear to God, if there aren’t free snacks, we’re leaving,” I said to my friend as we pulled up to the Public Hotel on Thursday night.
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