I first met Talia Eisenberg at a dinner party on the rooftop of The Chelsea Hotel. An assortment of models, artists, Wall Streeters and photographers (like the one who brought me) had gathered for one of those debaucherous Dionysian evenings I at times read about though am never, in any way, a part of. Incredibly out of place, I spent the evening smoking cigarettes by my lonesome when the very thin, blond and bubbly Eisenberg came by to chat with me. She started telling me about Heist Gallery, which she had opened that spring, and how amazing it was and basically the same spiel you tend to get from every pretty girl with a dream while you nod and smile and look for more alcohol. Cut to last Wednesday when, during the closing night of the Quick While Still exhibition, Heist Gallery sold five of its dozen $10,000-plus pieces only an hour in to the evening.
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