Report from Auckland's prized wharves last weekend. Best way to spend $25: buying a good feed and a beer or two in dingy, raucous Shed 10 at the gourmet Street Eats festival. Unless you were looking to drop a grand or 10 on enlarging your art collection. Then the best way to spend $25 was visiting the Auckland Art Fair, in the neighbouring Dune worm known as "The Cloud".
Best eavesdropped conversation: the "Over the Net" blog of Wellington art collectors Jim and Mary Barr have an archive of art fair eavesdropping. Their gems include, "It's a reindeer and a towel. Everyone's excited." And, "I said it was 8000 bucks and he offered seven, so I told him, 'we're not having this conversation'."
This year, by my ear, it was a tie between, "The thing about the word 'collection' is it's not going to end", and an exchange at a lower North Island booth: "I thought the appointment was very Auckland." "Yes, very annoying."
Best-dressed: dealer Michael Lett trod near Michael Parekowhai's golden (golf) balls in fluoro yellow Nikes. Artist Eddie Giesen matched the small Space Invaders on his T-shirt with one of his large Space Invader necklaces. Others wore romantic moss green dresses and velvet red-riding hoods. But the award must go to Violet Ace, a couple of wharves away, messing with us by wearing approximately a square kilometre's worth of powder blue, in spite of her name. I do like a cargo ship with a sense of humour.
Best way to scare the horses: Rohan Wealleans' lurid, red-eyed, carnival float-sized Wizard of Forgotten Flesh. "It's okay, he's not real," more than one whimpering toddler was told. Maybe not in your dreams ...