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I managed to escape New York on Saturday night before the worst of the bomb cyclone arrived. I won’t bore you with the details of my dramatic exit, but I’m glad I got out in time—I traded a few days trapped in the house for the beautiful weather in Los Angeles, which I visit every year around Frieze week to get a better read on the art market here. Last year, the city was still recovering from the fires. The fairs were buoyed by an eager desire to provide support, which also obscured the true state of the market.