First published on ArtSlant.
Text by Robin Peckham.
As much as we may enjoy basking in the fantasy of a globalized cosmopolitan art world, the fact remains that every city has a few unshakable habits, and never is this more evident than when it comes time to wind down for the weekend. Friends in New York have dive bars and stoops; a circle of acquaintances in Los Angeles goes bowling; Beijing loves its karaoke; but in Hong Kong, we have the indulgent tradition of the junk trip. On weekend mornings the public piers are swarming with pretty young things jostling for position, boarding collectively chartered motoryachts to sail off into the more remote corners of the territory’s passably clean waters for swimming, tanning, and picnicking. By some estimates one corner of the local art world or another must be out to sea on any given day; last weekend saw a handful of curators and artists soaking up the last bearably cool days of spring in the aptly named Clearwater Bay, with not a bad Journey cover in site–almost.