Flick Collection Opens in Berlin.
The timing is either perfect or perfectly wrong. Maybe both.
Years ago a major dealer in NY commented to me with a not entirely indifferent shrug that there was no longer much of a difference between art and fashion.
Real decadence is neither brittle nor indifferent: it's hard hopeless honesty. Hopeless dishonesty isn't enough.
Brecht was decadent. Grosz was decadent. Pinter is decadent. Miami Vice is decadent. Great war reporting is decadent by definition. The art world plays at decadence while feeling morally and intellectually superior to... itself?
There's the trap.