Toe-numbing temperature didn’t stop the line from snaking past the Guggenheim and spilling out onto the residential sidewalk of the Upper East Side. It was Pay What You Wish Saturday. We’d wait in the frigid January night for that rate. It would give us the chance to meditate on the work of Frank Lloyd Wright, the museum’s architect.
No, it would give us reason to complain. About the cold. About the wait. I don’t even know what we’re standing in line for! my sister finally admitted out of frustration.
We were standing in line for Maurizio Cattelan: All.
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Stephanie Nikolopoulos 
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