I always thought it so ironic that it is infinitely easier to get your hands on a box of Girl Scout cookies everywhere but Savannah, the home of Juliette Gordon Low, founder of the Girl Scouts. You'd think you'd see hordes of girls selling boxes of cookies outside of Ms. Low's birthplace or adulthood home, but no. I never once saw a single box of Girl Scout cookies the entire time I resided in Savannah.
Of course I'm a sucker for anything written about the art world, especially when you combine it with a bit of intrigue and scheming. But when you throw Steve Martin into the mix, well then expect me to devour the result. Which I did when I got my hands on a copy of Martin's latest endeavor (Renaissance man that he is), An Object of Beauty. Clearly the man knows of what he writes. The book is peppered with accurate art terminology and turn of phrase. Set in the NYC art scene around the turn of the millennium, An Object of Beauty is the tale of bright young thing Lacey Yeager who climbes her way up from Sotheby’s basement to a gallery space of her own via some dodgy dealing. Add a wealthy foreign collector as a lover, association with a rising star artist, a collegiate pal as narrator and you've got a sense of place. It was a compelling read and held my attention from start to finish.
It's amazing what's being done with rock candy or its likeness these days. From jello shots, to adorning wedding cakes, and even making its way into interior decor, I'm all for the current repurposoing of the beloved candy from my youth.