This was not one of those social art occasions of carefully choreographed interactions. This was a full-on boozy bash flush with NYC’s art-crowd trading in their hoity-toity remarks for 90s reminiscence and shared nostalgia from their weirdo teenage years.
I can’t say the party overshadowed the art —not like at Art Basel Miami Beach, at least —but from scanning the room it looked like most eyes were glazed in the hootch and ogling at each Gen X outfits.
Here’s your one-week-late-not-sure-who-gives-a-shit-at-this-point recap of the New Museum‘s tightly-themed party in celebration of their latest exhibit “NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star.“
