So, yesterday I'm in a waiting room leafing through an issue of "Architectural Digest," a magazine that brings out my inner communist, and I come across the description of a Palm Beach penthouse owned by an art collector and philanthropist named Emily Fisher Landau.
"When the wall candy runs from Willem de Kooning to Ellsworth Kelly to Agnes Martin," as [the interior designer] put it, "who's going to look at a piece of upholstery first?"
Indeed. But describing paintings by de Kooning et al. as "wall candy"? Describing any art as wall candy?
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