for the hell of it, i went to sotheby today, or yesterday? its about 1.30am so i guess its yesterday. my friend made me(okay fine i sort of mentioned last week that i had never been to an auction before and he suggested i come along with him today). I was already stiffening up before we walked into the auction house located on new bond street, wanting to dash away and get lost in the shops. Don wouldn't hear of it. I wanted an auction experience, i was going to get one.
I tried to dress the part, you know, of a rich young lady who does sotheby and Christie all the time:), there i was looking all prim and proper, in a tailored black Calvin Klein dress,and a three strand pearl set(stolen/borrowed from sis). i was desperately trying to get the Audrey Hepburn look from breakfast at Tiffany, i think i almost looked posh, i even packed my hair up:)except my hair isn't in the best of states these days. I've been carrying braids for about a month now, so i've got this sort of razz look going on. (wheres aunty funmi hair when you need it?, unreliable nonsense). and the bloody weather wouldnt let me use my borrowed sunglasses(yes i love to use my sisters things).
if i was going to be among some rich people who had nothing better to do than bid for some dumb objects, then i had to look like some rich girl who had nothing better to do than bid for some dumb object.(i think i was slightly over dressed...damn the movies)
Boring i tell you. i held myself back from yawning one too many times,or maybe i really did yawn. i mean how interesting can it be watching a set of people haggling over some very normal everyday looking pieces be? maybe if it was some fashion item i'd have perked up. A vase for 5000pounds? i could get that in some market for less than a 100quid and it'd look better, then there was some nouveau figure of a dolphin or an angel or something sold at the hammer price of 15000 pounds, i was shaking inside, thinking of the bags i could get just down the street, where the best names in fashion from oscar to cartier and nicole farhi dwelled and here i was watching people throw good money away. tsk
i mourned the waste of money, i mourned the shopping i could do with all the money spent on junk. forgive me lovers of art but common......5000pounds for some wooden side table that looks like something i used in secondary school and for all i care it could have been made by some carpenter with a make shift workshop under some bridge in lagos(before fashola sent them packing), but of course they called it Victorian so it had to go for that prize.
I looked forward to raising the paddle(i called it the stick before today) in bidding for the piece my friend wanted, but i just couldn't wait it out. i got bored enough and depressed from seeing all that money wasted, i left my companion to wander the streets.
Shopping in as many shops as i could get into, with the imaginary money i got from auctioning out the vase my grandma has in her home,(a gift from her son in law, who knows, maybe it might be worth something, maybe its Victorian. who cares, its my fantasy i can imagine whar i want, i got 20,000pounds for it by the way)
my friend Don didn't get the Ferdinand preiss(whoever he is) skater figure he wanted, he said it got sold at about 13,000 or something pounds. i've politely declined another invitation to attend another auction next week, this time for a greek sale, mostly paintings i think, i've checked online and i really don't see anything special about those paintings...no thankyou.