The SPRING/BREAK Art Show inevitably feels like a huge art school party. Maybe because it’s held in a school. But also because of the almost cliquish camaraderie among the exhibitors, the artwork packed halls, the crowded downstairs bar area, and the perennial pack of artist-types chain-smoking outside. Having gone to grad school in NYC, it seems like I always run into people I know at SPRING/BREAK, either exhibiting, curating or just checking it out (because they know someone else who is exhibiting or curating there). As one person I talked to put it, SPRING/BREAK operates much the same as a Wes Anderson film, with a core group of recurrent curators and artists introducing new curators to each other. In this way, SPRING/BREAK manages to present a cogent, if uneven, portrait of what’s happening now in art in New York City.