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Area Billioniare Can't Be Expected To Keep Track Of All Her Picassos

Paupers know where their priceless works of art are at all times. Billionaires remark "Hmm, I can't remember the last time I saw that thing."
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Though someone should actually be hired to do that for her.

Billionaire socialite Wilma “Billie” Tisch is suing a Florida gallery owner for trying to sell a $1 million Picasso that was stolen from her Manhattan home — sometime after December 2009, according to court papers. Tisch, 88, only recently discovered the 1928 portrait of the famed painter’s mistress Marie-Therese Walter was missing. The Miami gallery owner, Kenneth Hendel, is flabbergasted by the socialite’s belated realization. “When is too rich too rich to not notice you’re missing a Picasso for 10 years?” Hendel said. Forbes has pegged Tisch’s net worth at $1.41 billion. She last saw the 14-inch-by-7½-inch canvas in 2009 when she had it appraised by Christie’s while it was on display at her Fifth Avenue apartment, her suit says.

When you’re so rich you don’t notice your Picasso is missing [NYP]

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