How Dallas’s TWO x TWO gala became something of an art-market bellwether thousands of miles from the usual coastal-elite enclaves. Plus some Uber gossip concerning Britain’s new art-collecting PM and more in this edition.
Ariel Davis ran around Sundance Square before there was a Sundance Square. She and her friends would go to Starbucks (then on Houston Street) and, fueled by caffeine and sugar, walk the streets. “At the time,” she said, gesturing out the floor-to-ceiling windows nearby, “none of this was built. It was just parking