Wake Me When It’s Over.

The fair opened at two. Now it was three, time for a fashionably late arrival. A car service rolled us up to the vaporetto launch for twenty bucks. Ferries waited near an active helicopter pad. The ships were forty feet long, three decks and open-air seating on the roof, pristine white with blue lettering spelling out aquatically themed names like “Seafoam,” “Seabreeze,” etc. Frieze was pulling out all the stops; as nominal VIPs we could’ve… [read more »]