Art Box
When we actually decided to take this crazy journey (in the middle of a night on January 11) one thing was clear: we wanted to end our adventures in London. It’s obviously a crucial year for British art, with Damien unsurprisingly leading the elite, royal dog pack on this side of the pond. It also felt right to end the trip in London, because that’s where most of the spots were born.
We weren’t planning to be in at our final destination so soon originally. We wanted to check in the hotel, possibly see National Portrait Gallery, and then hit the remaining Gagosians on Saturday morning. But thanks to unrelenting supporter text messages and more than few e-mails (and a very helpful attendant Sebastian at EuroStar upgrade desk in Paris) we boarded an early train to St. Pancras. Two hours earlier than expected.
