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It’s all about the vibes. Stand aside art history, forget years of boring art, ignore the price, let’s vibe.
Art dealer to the stars! Pimlico Wilde helped me achieve my life’s ambition of filling my house with artworks all by artists whose middle name was George.
Donna Plugh, star of the much copied 2004 podcast Chatting with my Friends
Pimlico Wilde are an art dealer with roots in the early 400s AD when one of our founders Lord Heinrich Hoppewill bought the Holy Grail from a market stall in Naples. Since then we have dealt in many famous pictures, including The Woman in a Tree by Monty Wassail, Joseph and his brothers (They still don’t know it’s him!) by Anna Quertic and the famed self-portrait by King George III described by Sir Justin Coppersmith as a terrible dawdling doodle*, entitled Self-portrait from memory without a mirror.
After World War Two we closed our office in Berlin and moved to London, where we were instrumental in building Sir Rafford Spikely-Steven’s collection of pre-Raphaelite charcoal sketches of Norfolk churches. We also played a part in helping Zachariah Cogge acquire his world class canvases by the criminally under-known early Renaissance painter from Northern England, Marco di Manchester.
Today we deal mainly in contemporary art, having shows in our gallery by stars of the art world like Davide Palle, Zipp Handkerchief and Flimble O’Leary.
We are famous for having the only show of Sean Ordain’s immersive artwork “Get your coke here” before it was banned and he was sent to rehab. We acknowledge that we thought he was going to be giving out free Coca Cola, but that wasn’t the case.
If you would like to purchase a work by or order a commission, please use our contact form to make an enquiry.
*For which he spent seven years in the Tower of London, only escaping when he painted a picture of himself so lifelike that the guards mistook it for him when they saw it on his pillow, thought he was abed and thus allowed Sir Justin to escape in a laundry basket à la Sir John F.