The Best Place to Keep Your Art Collection

[Trausti]

Anyone driving into Miami Beach this week is sure to pass a string of super-yachts—floating signifiers of their owners’ wealth. These highly visible luxury purchases, which come with their own multimillion-dollar price tags and creative names, often hold a cache of cultural treasures, from antiquities to contemporary art. But is a yacht the best place to keep your art collection?

Like many of you, I've had a hard time deciding the best place to store my Rembrandts. But I like this idea.

Are super-yachts the best places to keep your art collection?

 

[Tigers!]

Well I can't keep them under the bed because that is filled with reds and the mattress is when i store my money. So I'm stumped.

 

[Derec]

How about Geneva warehouses?
One of the World’s Greatest Art Collections Hides Behind This Fence

 

[southernhybrid]

Oh those poor rich bastards have so many difficult problems to deal with. I feel so bad for them and am so happy that I don't have to lose sleep worrying about where to store my art collection. I just don't know how those pitiful filthy rich folks make it through the day without shooting themselves. Come to think of it, does anyone remember the old poem about the rich guy who was so miserable that he ended up shooting himself. Anyone?

 

[southernhybrid]

I found the poem. Thanks internet.
Richard Cory
BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.


He must have been worried about where to store his art collection.

 

[rousseau]

Seems like a good place to post this.

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I found the poem. Thanks internet.
Richard Cory
BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.


He must have been worried about where to store his art collection.