Familiar characters from the old boom-time economy are in New York in greater numbers than usual this week. There are the gazillionaire hedge funders, the Wall Street guys preaching the gospel of art as an asset class, the swish representatives of the auction houses, and, invariably, the Johnny-come-latelies, who always squeak in somehow before closing time. (It wouldn't be a proper art bubble without them.) They've all come to town for two events: the seasonal May art auctions and the... More >>>