“I swear to God, if there aren’t free snacks, we’re leaving,” I said to my friend as we pulled up to the Public Hotel on Thursday night. I had somehow gotten on the VIP list for Anna Delvey’s much hyped art show and despite having zero interest in Anna Delvey, scam culture, or prison art, had decided to attend. I blame my friend for this decision, and you should too. Upon arriving, we saw approximately 300 people fighting to gain entrance to the elevators that would whisk them up to the rooftop art exhibit and exactly zero snacks. At this point, not only was I hungry, I was also certain that a leather-clad stranger who sneezed on me had just given me Covid. It was a great start to an evening that would just get weirder and worse as time dragged on.After showing the right email to another perso… Click below to read the full story from Esquire
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I Went to Anna Delvey’s Stupid Art Show
