Chapter 973: Watertight
Banksy, the most famous street graffiti artist in London, and soon became the world's number one street graffiti artist, at least in terms of commercial value, he made the streets Graffiti has also entered the elegant halls like traditional paintings and sold for astronomical prices.
But what’s interesting is that those artists who actually engage in street graffiti in London often don’t like Banksy. They think that Banksy is an opportunist who is good at seizing hot spots and good at promoting himself. Simply from the graffiti itself Generally speaking, Banksy's works lack real artistic value.
In 2003, Banksy was considered an emerging artist who had just emerged and already had a certain influence. Not long ago, he held his first art exhibition in a warehouse in the East End of London.
Anson was surprised that Nora was also interested in street art, "So, do you like it?"
Nora, "No."
Be crisp and to the point.
Anson couldn't hold it back for a moment, and his smile bloomed. He thought Nora would greet her politely, at least to show some respect from the public relations level.
However, no.
Nora was very calm, "Child, essentially, art is a commercial activity. Although I don't want to obliterate the cultural value of art itself, in today's market, this is a cruel reality. Clearly, Banksy understands this and is a great product manager.”
Anson, "But not a great artist?"
Norah raised her eyebrows slightly, noncommittal.
Anson already understands the answer, "An excellent product manager also deserves recognition. At least, he can guarantee success. I believe that many people in Hollywood think that I am just an excellent product manager."< br>
Norah was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh, you are more than just a product manager. If you are just a product manager, it will be overkill."
Anson Ju He picked up the soda in his hand and expressed his gratitude with a salute, "I will remember it. But now, this product manager may be able to give you a little inspiration."
Nora looked at Anson and listened attentively.
Anson did not show off and pointed to the painting in front, "I have an idea. Why not add a zero after the price and place it at the entrance as the first painting, and then put a red dot on it. , with my name.”
The “red dot” often means it has been sold; as for the signature, some people like it, others don’t, it all depends on freedom.
Norah understood immediately.
In a young artist's art exhibition, if a well-known collector is interested, or if several collectors compete for a painting at the same time, the market will easily become hyped, just like an auction.
Because of this, top collectors often hire agents to go to art exhibitions or auctions to avoid exposing their targets in advance.
But on the other hand, if a collector wants to raise the price, he will often put his name out to attract the attention of people in the collecting industry.
Now, Anson is preparing to do the same thing, using the name "Anson-Wood" to stimulate the market.
But the point is, "Child, your name may work in Hollywood, but it may not work in the collectibles market. I don't want to discourage you."
Nora's face was full of tenderness. .
The smile in Anson's eyes surged, "Anyway, it doesn't hurt to try, right?"
Norah also laughed, "Of course. So, do you have any other opinions?"
Anson stopped when he was satisfied and did not continue to point fingers. On a professional level, Nora had her strengths. Anson believed that his mother did not need a layman like him to point fingers, "Yes. Do I have the honor to invite you to dinner tonight?" ?”
Nora turned to look at the street outside, and the number of people continued to increase, “Are you sure? I think tonight may not be the best time.”
Anson, "Don't worry, James Bond always has a second plan."
Nora pursed her lips, "Then, I'll express my expectation."
......
Lucas Wood had some doubtful eyes:
Looking at the densely packed things in front of him There was a huge crowd of people, so crowded that they filled both sides of the street, like the ever-expanding Coca-Cola bubbles that were about to overflow. The streets of New York, which were not spacious in the first place, became more and more cramped. He always felt that he might be swallowed up at any time. He suspected that he was looking for Wrong way.
In New York, downtown has inherited the chaos and congestion of centuries ago. Many roads are not carefully planned and named, and house numbers cannot be read in order. If you are not careful, you may turn into the wrong alley. So, what happened before? Could it be that Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez made a high-profile appearance again?
But Lucas didn't care, wasn't curious, didn't care at all.
He needs to find the street sign or house number, reorient himself, and get back on track.
He happened to be in New York for a two-week business trip. As a result, he was treated as a driver after a phone call. He ended the afternoon meeting and rushed to the East Village without even having time to change into light clothes.
Wait——
It seemed that this was where he was. He was not looking for the wrong way, but the crowd was so dense that he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't be completely sure for a while.
Until he saw the gallery.
It’s just...
There are three floors inside and three floors outside. The streets on both sides of the gallery entrance are already full. It’s not inappropriate to call this scene a movie premiere.
So, what are they gathering here for?
Lucas looked left and right, trying to find the figures of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, or perhaps Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. It took him a long time to take the shot before he got the idea. In a flash, a bold guess came to mind:
These people are not here for Anson, right?
But why?
Lucas was puzzled. Did these people have nothing to do after they had enough to eat? They came one by one to watch what Anson was doing. Didn’t it mean that New York was so busy that they didn’t even have time to stop and watch the excitement? ?
Thoughts are flowing in my mind.
The dark face was even darker now. Now he finally understood the reason why Anson was "crying for help". He thought Anson was going to treat him to dinner.
Rustling, rustling.
The eyes of the crowd on the street are all focused on the black Bentley in front of them. The streamlined lines reflect the thin sunlight over Manhattan. There is no trace of color in the whole body. It is low-key and restrained, faintly revealing a noble luxury. Not ostentatious or exaggerated, yet easily grabbing attention.
One or two people were talking about it, and all kinds of speculations were flying everywhere.
Then.
The vehicle slowly stopped at the entrance of the gallery, and the chatter and noise paused for a second, holding their breath for a moment.
A lot of attention.
The car door opened, and a man wearing a jet black suit appeared.
Black suit, black shirt, black leather shoes.
The tall and straight figure is perfectly wrapped in that hand-customized black suit, and the cold and distant aura makes people dare not look directly at his face easily, but only dare to secretly look at the glacier with their eyes. Generally straight and sharp jawline.
The momentum is compelling.
“...Who is this?”
“Is he also an actor?”
“Probably a model.”
“He appears here because Coincidence? ”
"Is it the driver?"
The rustling discussions, mixed with the hot eyes, boiled in the air. Any slightest movement can make the whole street turbulent.
(End of this chapter)