As I worked my way through the tangle of airy booths in the massive tent at the Frieze New York Art Fair once again yesterday, I had the strong sense of being here before, of following these very same paths (and standing over the very same air conditioning grates) in a kind of time warp, almost like a modified refrain of Talking Heads lyrics (And you may ask yourself … how did I get here?) As the years pile up, there is a sameness to this process of fair going that drives my eye more and more to works that stick ... Read more at Collector Daily.