Remember art before Instagram? These days, it can seem that gallerygoers are in it for the selfies (#Koons #nofilter). But if you spot Eric Fischl with a camera in hand, beware. One recent Sunday, the sixty-six-year-old painter steered his red Ford Flex along the back roads of Long Island’s East End, toward the Art Southampton fair, which takes place in a large tent behind the Elks Lodge. He was on his way to photograph the fairgoers.
“I only started going to art fairs two years ago, and only because I was doing research,” he explained, in a droll monotone. His wispy gray hair was swept back from a tanned forehead. “They’re so depressing. This one is sort of secondary-market stuff. And some third-tier stuff—a lot of shiny things.” Fischl is known…
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The New Yorker (Digital) - 1 Issue, Oct-06-14