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One evening this summer, I found myself at a cocktail party thrown by a prominent art advisor in her Connecticut home. It was a very Greenwich kind of place: each room decorated in a different style. There was a red lacquer library that harked back to ’80s New York, when the Kravises and Gutfreunds ruled society, and a jungle-print “playroom” with arcade games, just to pick two.