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”This feels like a whisper party… The neighbors must be working tomorrow – we have to keep it down”. It was 2:00 a.m… And what was an unusual Sunday night was shifting into an unexpected Monday morning. Context: We were at the 31st floor of The Waldorf Towers, in a Red-lighted suite where champagne coupes & red roses surrounded International Artists, Design aficionados and socialites. ”It’s like a speak-easy… but instead of being clandestine, we’re conceptual” joked our host, Grégoire Vogelsang, founder of Vogelsang Gallery and international art dealer who’s based between New York and Brussels.

I’ve got introduced to Grégoire and his (oh-so-adorable/fashionable) girl, T.T., the night before, by Antoine Van Doorne, a close friend and world-renowned interior designer. We joined them for a drink after dinner, and we ended-up dancing at the Standard’s rooftop, in the meatpacking, until the wee-hours of the night..

… Next thing I knew, we were arriving at their Holiday Party next day. Both Grégoire and T.T. welcomed us with a double-kiss before showing us around. The suite en question had incredible views of Manhattan’s most prestigious buildings. But beyond the outside views and the city lights, the inside setting was far more interesting. ”I love hosting cocktail parties here” Told us Grégoire ” I celebrated my birthday here few months ago – It’s super intimate. It’s like home, far from home”. As the place was getting filled with guests, the conversations were mainly oriented towards Art Basel – Where many artists in attendance exhibited few weeks ago. Among them, Soraya Doolbaz, an audacious photographer who rocked the Art Scene through her Dick series (yes, you’ve read right!), which are basically photos of penises dressed-up as cute little characters, in cute little outfits. ”You’re from Montreal? I’m Canadian too” she said. Another photographer, Bob Tabor, also blew my mind with his large-scale equestrian photographs, where mouvement and juxtaposition of forms mingle to compose a stunning work of art. And of course, there was the fascinating  Tigran Tsitoghdzyan… (Read about our encounter here) 

While the cocktail was slated to run until midnight, the overly excited brouhaha dimmed into deep conversations that lasted, once again, until the wee-hours of the night. It felt like a whisper party, indeed.