There’s an air of anticipation as you come out Regents Park tube station and cross over with the crowd towards the Frieze art fair.
But it’s not hard to find your way from there. As soon as you see the entrance, looming ahead like a plywood Brandenburg Gate, you know that this is the big one before you even step inside. And if there was still any doubt in your mind before you passed under the arch that this wasn’t about big name galleries, artists and collectors, then the line of chauffeur driven cars waiting to your lift will confirm things.
It’s hardly cheap to enter either, at twenty quid a pop, and twenty-five on the weekend. And once you get inside, well, it’s like entering the equivalent of a giant hypermarket, except, instead of the foods and wines of the delicatessen; we are offered the delicacy of art. But it won’t be to every ones taste. There are a 150 galleries represented here from all over the world, from Tokyo, Berlin, Prague and even Rio.
And how do you even digest that much art? I decided to do lane-by-lane and go from there.
