The Fiac (foire internationale de l’art contemporain) opened on Thursday for four packed days of visual exploration, ego inflation, and explosive excess under the enormous vaulted glass roof of the Grand Palais. From its start in 2003 this annual Paris art fair has gained steadily in size, quality, and respect, and spawned concurrent events all around the capital. Civilian art lovers better have solid walking shoes. Wealthy collectors, flaboyantly dressed in enough money to buy a Damien Hirst, roll in somber black limos from gallery to party to gallery, comically blocking each other in the narrow streets. Hah!
For those of you unable this year to stroll the ephemeral corridors created in the Grand Palais by white-walled booths of galleries from around the world, here is the Fiac at a gallop and a glance.
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