It was bucketing down with rain as we drove out of Auckland. I was in New Zealand to cover the Auckland Art Fair, and lucky to have found myself in some pretty unbelievable scenarios over the course of the trip (including my first-ever meeting of a Sir at an art-filled estate, but I’ll save that story for another day).
Miraculously, the clouds parted just as we pulled into Gibbs Farm. Part Jurassic Park, part Westworld, part am-I-still-on-planet-Earth, entry to the private sculpture park caused such a collective jaw drop I’m surprised the car didn’t tip over.