Arnon Grunberg



Last night, a friend took me to a vernissage of Richard Hambleton.
There were plenty of models, or at least women who behaved like models.
Mr. Hambleton was absent; according to my friend he is quite ill.
Some of Mr. Hambleton’s work was impressive, my friend urged to buy a few Hambletons. But I decided to take it easy.
At the vernissage, the recession seemed as far away as Mars.