Unlike my early days in New York, I no longer roam the boroughs attending opening after opening, party after party, all night conversations in some random artist loft/apartment/space (the after after party). It sounds great because it was great. It was also more distracting than inspiring.
Whether he's striking down the pope with a meteorite or restraining his dealer to a gallery wall with masking tape, Maurizio Cattelan does it with wit and panache. This promises to be an unprecedented and, likely, unorthodox installation.