Finely hand carved African chair supported by four human figures and two on sides. Woven sides and many ornaments. 32h x 20w x 18d. Some scuffing and signs of wear. We will ship. Email for a quote Provenance The Collection of Tim Hunt & Tama JanowitzTim Hunt—flâneur and the curator of the Andy Warhol Foundation—has died, aged 60"He was the most charming, kind and witty individual imaginable, for whom nobody had a bad word, which is rare in the art world"From... tribal art to WarholBorn on the 22 September 1957 in Cheam, the young Hunt seemed the classic public schoolboy, migrating from Wellington School to Christ Church, Oxford like some fresh-faced adventurer from another era. Hunt was lounging around Paris where he discovered tribal art: “You would run into it occasionally in people’s apartments the way you didn’t ever in London, ” he said. This led to him joining Christie’s Tribal Art department under the leadership of Hermione Waterfield and Bill Flagg. To make some much-needed cash, for girlfriends and recreational fuel, Hunt starred in several advertising campaigns, including for the retailer Bergdorf-Goodman. All of this was bound to appeal to Fred Hughes, the head of Warhol enterprises, whom Hunt would visit when in America: “If Fred was around I would just pop by, so I got to meet Andy and hung out with him as well. When Andy died Fred asked if I would help him sort his things out. So that’s how the New York chapter began for me, ” Hunt said. And chapter it was, if not triple-decker novel, as Hunt was installed at the late artist’s house. “Andy had an enormous habit of collecting, just crazed— and a lot of that stuff was at the house.” The painstaking inventory was all done with polaroids and legal pads, and included finding $14, 000 of cash in Warhol’s bedside table drawer, a classic moral quandary for any young researcher. Hunt’s work culminated in a hugely successful Sotheby’s sale for $23m that helped to fund the Foundation where Hunt flourished.He married Tama Janowitz, the bestselling author of Slaves of New York, and they became a ubiquitous A-List couple, “team Tim and Tam”. They also adopted a much-adored daughter, Willow, from China, with whom they moved into an enormous terraced penthouse, complete with “ferretorium” for their pet polecats, overlooking the Brooklyn Museum. That said, old habits die hard and Hunt still spent large chunks of his life watching soccer at the Swift Hibernian Lounge or propping up Billy’s Topless Bar on 6th Avenue, where all the girls always knew him by name. He was also still capable of vanishing for days, his impossibly erratic timekeeping and ability to duck every sort of duty, from phone calls to meetings, somehow only making him more loved. This procrastination to the point of perversion meant that it took decades to unpack his moving boxes. When his cooker broke, instead of getting it fixed, he cooked dinner for 30 on a single-ring hotplate. Last of the roll-up chainsmokers, Hunt was puffing till the end and maintained his mordant wit, jesting with hospital visitors that they were only there because it was conveniently close to Sotheby’s and concluding: “So many more people have come to see me on my deathbed than ever visited my gallery.”• Tim Hunt, born 22 September 1957, died 26 November 2017