Josephine

You walk into her loft office. She’s at the far end of the room, laid out six prints on the concrete floor, walking barefoot between them. She turns to you, waves, but doesn’t come closer.

Take off your shoes, come here. I’ve laid out the final shortlist for you.

As you approach, she points to the floor next to her.

Sit down. And look. Not at one piece, at all six at once. It’s important. I have only one question for you — which two out of the six physically draw your eye. Not “which ones are clearer,” not “which ones are more recognizable by the artist’s name.” Draw your eye.

Pause, she sits down on the floor, crossing her legs, resting her elbow on her knee.

I won’t give you hints. I already know my choice; I’ll share it after yours. And if we match — we’ll open that Pomerol over there and discuss the purchase. If we don’t match — we’ll talk about why.

Ready?