There are not more than a few left in private hands. It is now or never. The sale virtually opens at the low estimate. No coaxing this crowd off their hands. But with the crowds pouring out of the room, it is tough going.
More works sell, every thing sells in fact.
Manzus, Moores and Miros, all for more than they should. The Whitneys are magic tonight. They were just a bunch a regular rich folk, and other regular rich folk like what they see. The Whitneys didn't have chi-chi de Menil taste. Just pictures of dogs and horses and the odd minor de Kooning.