The pink
It's impossible to miss a major trend: pink. It's everywhere: on the floor, to match the green of the Grand Palais' metal structure, on people – if you don't have your neon pink tulle skirt, jacket, or pink sweater, you're out – and in the works. The gallery owners assure us that they didn't have any instructions. However, a page-turning of posters painted in bright pink – Eric Baudart's conCav – responds to an astonishing painting by Hélène Delprat with a salmon background at the entrance (Christophe Gaillard gallery). "It's true, it's unusual for me. It's not because I'm a girl," Delprat teases. Further on, a monumental ballpoint pen drawing by Dan Miller (Andrew Edlin Gallery) creates an echo. There's something girly in the air. It's tender and "it feels good" in a world on the grill, one gallery owner conjectures. Flesh color slips into Judy Chicago's lacquers (Jeffrey Deitch), on a chewing gum sculpture by Masako Miki (Jessica Silverman), on a snail by Sanya Kantarovsky (Taka Ishii) and in a canvas by John Currin where a young blonde girl sleeps peacefully in a peony bed set (Gagosian). At Art Basel Paris even Andy Warhol's dollars are pink (Van de Weghe). That's saying something!