Be the Worst You Can Be: Life's Too Long for Patience and Virtue

I liked working in advertising, but don't believe my taste in art, such as it is, was entirely formed by TV commercials. And I don't feel especially conflicted enjoying a Mantegna one day, a Carl Andre the next day and a brash student work the next.

I primarily buy art to show it off.

If you can't take a good kicking, you shouldn't parade how much luckier you are than other people.

I have never cared enough about money to worry about spending it, and have been fortunate to make enough to be spoiled rotten.

By and large, talent is in such short supply that mediocrity can be taken for brilliance rather more than genius can go undiscovered.

Being an art buyer these days is comprehensively and indisputably vulgar. It is the sport of the Eurotrashy, Hedge-fundy, Hamptonites; of trendy oligarchs and oiligarchs; and of art dealers with masturbatory levels of self-regard.