Charlie unlocks the gate to the otherworldly announcement by the Whitney of their new biennial bigwigs. What new horrible evil will be unleashed? Hedge-funders, collecting plunderers and lowbrow highbrows will be conjuring their demons over the next year - trying to promote their collections into the big time - and a stint at the Whit will guarantee a nice return at the aution house. Charlie winds us up as he winds down..."Biennial curators, you have nothing to lose but your self-respect, but after a few Cosmopolitans drunk in front of Bill Cunningham and Patrick McMullan, who cares?"

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