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| Girlfriend's Guide to Divorce S2 Ep8 |
Girlfriend's Guide to Divorce is a tamer Sex in the City. LA
instead of NYC. Bravo instead of HBO. Still painfully skinny, lots of money and
great shoes. Not my reality, but in S2 E7 Phoebe meets an artist. Legit, since
LA's art scene is vibrant. He takes her to sort of a rave art thing. She's
hooked. She's a former fashion model so he gets her to pose for him. Only it's
not him who does the drawing. An overworked pathetic looking man with some
serious eye baggage draws her image. It's as wonderfully sad as the executioner
himself. He explains that he does the drawing, then the artist photoshops it for the end product. Phoebe asks if the entire
art world is this terrible? The former brush cleaner, now first assistant says
"not at all" commenting his arrangement isn't that unusual. The scene
at the preview opening of the work is pretty on point. The bullshit language
the artist uses to make the work sound more important than it is. The collector
who's looking for something in the 40x60 range for his super snotty walk-in. The
artist spots Jeff Koons in the fray and disappears into a schmooze haze.
Art is similar to stock in that it's only worth what someone is willing to pay for it. Art is particularly tricky because very few actually know
what's worth all that money. Marketing and perception. Blue chip
artists' messages get lost, if not completely obliterated, in the pursuit of
recognition. Justin Giarla took advantage of that ambition combined with new
money's insatiable appetite for just the right bling to cement their status.
His Geary Street
scam made him rich and the artists he made promises to broke.
