Artaholic

Proof (above) that I’m the only person to go into the Louis Vuitton store and make a purchase solely of books.

Since there is no shortage of affluent, ostentatious consumers in Hong Kong, we had to wait in line to be let in. We tried to tell the guard we were just there to see the art, but we were directed back behind the ropes, with the wealthy rest.

Finally inside, we saw the selected works by Murakami and Hirst. In the half hour we spent there, not one other shopper came to see the art. I indulged in the in-store bookshop, picking up art books for the coffee table I don’t have.

Then I left with a little brown bag, smiling as foolishly as all the other tourists on the street.