Pablo was planning a show at Andrés’s gallery. Sure, it was in La Plata, but it was every bit as prestigious as a Buenos Aires gallery, partly because it was Andrés’s, partly because the periphery held a kind of suburban glamour, like some kind of discovery. Andrés knew it and that’s why, though he had a lot of money, he didn’t open a second site in Buenos Aires. That would have been the obvious thing, but then he’d lose all that snobby charm, which in the art world is worth more than anything.
