When Beau Kavanagh tells me to pick my chair, I freeze.
We’re sitting in the front of Kavanagh Auctions’ NDG warehouse, surrounded by objects tagged for an upcoming sale. There’s a bronze Roman statue on a marble base looming somewhere above my head. A chair I’m eyeing looks comfortable enough, sculptural even. But Beau gives me a look, the kind that says you’re about to make a mistake you’ll regret forever.
I switch chairs.
It’s immediately more comfortable. I feel both relieved and slightly exposed. This, I realize, is what bidding at an auction feels like too.


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