“‘I thought you said this was a contemporary art event.’ I hiss at my point of contact, who I find knocking back martinis opposite a large banner advertising BMW’s latest AI-powered satnav.”
– Critic
Victoria Comstock-Kershaw, recounting her disorienting arrival at a New York NFT gathering that felt more like a tech networking event than a gallery opening. She dissects the “flaccid afterlife” of NFT culture in a scathing critique of monkey JPEGs, institutional panic, and the toxic masculinity that fueled crypto’s fine art world takeover.