PROVENCE SS21

The Rules Don't Apply To Me Syndrome
Kenny Schachter


While I was in school in the mid-1980s, I had a part-time job at a bank doing administrative work relating to house closings. Not only was the work mind numbingly tedious, the pay was woefully inadequate. When it came to reporting my hours, after a period of time I began to fudge the numbers, increasing my wages commensurately with what I thought I deserved. My rationale was that I was extremely thorough and proficient at my job and at the very least, entitled to as much. My boss begged to differ. A dour woman on the best of days, who appeared (if possible) more redoubtable than usual, she called me into her office one afternoon.

The computerized entry system of the building had flagged the discrepancy between my claimed hours and the amount I actually worked. The joy of modern technology. Needless to say, I was swiftly and unceremoniously dismissed. The remorse I experienced lasted for years. A decade later I made a video about the incident, entitled “The Rules Don’t Apply to Me Syndrome,” where I reenacted getting exposed with my pants down (so to speak) and the ensuing humiliation and guilt that resulted. I contacted my former employer to act in the film but surprise, surprise, she elected not to. If only I could find a copy now.

As Sartre famously related in his philosophical treatise Being and Nothingness (1943), you don’t suffer shame peeping through a keyhole unless you are observed doing so by another. Nevertheless, some people are incapable of feeling contrition when caught red-handed deeply dipping into the cookie jar. Which, in an admittedly roundabout way, brings me to the topic of this piece, which is why a perfectly clever and capable person would come to breach the trust that others had invested in him and break the law—that someone being my former friend, art dealer Inigo Philbrick.

In and around 2016, there was a seismic shift in the market away from the pantheon of white male artists in favor of female and Black practitioners. After undergoing a meteoric rise, sometimes as a direct result of his incessant trading at ever escalating prices, the artists Philbrick so aggressively dealt began to plateau and trend lower. His rise was so brisk at such an early age (I met him when he was all of twenty-five) that perhaps he was not able to adequately process the cash that came along with it.

In disproportion to the extent of his earnings—or anyone’s for that matter—Inigo began to live large, displaying a level of conspicuous consumption that was simply unsustainable, especially in the fluctuating landscape of the fickle art market. With his ever-rising extravagant lifestyle came an increase in drug and alcohol intake, not the best recipe for a nimble mind to negotiate a progressively uncertain and inconsistent market.

My dad, who I never particularly got along with, imparted some sage advice that I always took to heart, imploring me not to believe my own lies and admonishing me not to take on excessive debt. These notions were completely lost on Philbrick as he sank further into turmoil in relation to his finances and also his way of life, not to mention the mental and physical abuse he heaped on himself and all who crossed his path. In that regard there were the well-documented private planes, plethora of illicit drugs, obscenely expensive red wines, and choice tables at Ibiza’s priciest clubs. And the harsh mental anguish he imparted on the hapless victims he stole countless millions from, not all of whom were stinking rich, though many were.

The American Psychological Association defines Antisocial Personality Disorder as “the presence of a chronic and pervasive disposition to disregard and violate the rights of others. Manifestations include repeated violations of the law, exploitation of others, deceitfulness, impulsivity, aggressiveness, reckless disregard for the safety of self and others, and irresponsibility, accompanied by lack of guilt, remorse, and empathy. The disorder has been known by various names, including dyssocial personality, psychopathic personality, and sociopathic personality. It is among the most heavily researched of the personality disorders and the most difficult to treat.”

Emily Zitek, assistant professor at the Cornell University School of Industrial and Labor Relations in Ithaca, New York, writing on psychological entitlement asserted people motivated by a powerful sense of indignation that feel like they deserve good things and special treatment.3 In “A Status-Seeking Account of Psychological Entitlement” the authors wrote of “an inflated and pervasive sense of deservingness, self-importance, and exaggerated expectations to receive special goods and treatment without reciprocating.” 4 All of the preceding quotes could have headlined Philbrick’s résumé as they describe his behavior to a T.

Some further insight as to what turned a relatively good dealer bad (in relation to his peers, anyway) could be gleaned from the crimes of another fraudster, equally as young yet way more ambitious, the Malaysian Jho Low, who robbed an entire country of billions, dwarfing Philbrick’s misdeeds. Like Low, Inigo began to believe not only that he never did anything wrong but in addition, that he would never be caught. However, he was apprehended on the South Pacific island of Vanuatu strolling in a local market, where it’s claimed he took tennis lessons (in his own name) and bragged to locals of his art exploits.

Also Low-like, rather than putting together a scheme to pay back his creditors, Philbrick continued to pursue the standard of living he was well accustomed to; such as staying at the outré pricey Aman hotel in Tokyo while on the lam (I know because he boasted to me of the fact via Instagram Direct Message where we remained in contact while he was a fugitive). As mentioned about Low in the “Billion Dollar Whale,” believing the myth of his own profitability and legitimacy was “a survival instinct, for sure, but perhaps after years of fabrication, he found it hard to perceive the hard line that divided truth from falsehood.” 5

Also, described was a scene of Jho Low taking a helicopter to a private plane to a yacht (no less) to visit a National Geographic campsite in Greenland (probably the least green trip to a nature preserve recorded in history)—all in the face of mounting evidence against him and the knowledge that prosecutors were closing in. In the book it was portrayed as being: “like a gambling session, a short break from people calling and demanding answers”.6 Philbrick too carried on his merry way trying to do deals and, to quote Prince, partying like it was 1999. While Jho Low remains on the loose, allegedly hiding in China outside the reach of the law, Philbrick has been stewing in a federal prison since mid-June, awaiting trial.

So how will this end? Inigo is just thirty-three-years-old and when this episode is all said and done will probably be, at most, around forty—with a long life ahead of him. So, what will a former art dealer and (in all probability) convicted felon be able to do going forward, in a business based primarily on a solid reputation? Like his dad, noted institutional curator Harry Philbrick, both father and son attended art school at London’s noted Goldsmiths university where alumni include Damien Hirst. A pathologically arrogant, egotistical personality lacking in empathy has but one career path that embraces all the above traits that is sure to lead to unbridled success—that of an artist of course. Just you watch.

1 Kenny Schachter, “The Art World’s Mini-Madoff and Me Boozy nights and high-stakes art trades with Inigo Philbrick,” Vulture, 16 March 2020, https://www.vulture.com/2020/03/inigo-philbrick-art-dealer.html
2 Kenny Schachter, “Inigo Philbrick and the scam that shook the art world,” The Times, 30 May 2020, https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/inigo-philbrick-and-the-scam-that-shook-the-art-world-jc3qkbw8b
3 Emily Zitek, “Entitlement: More Complex Than You Think,” ILR School, https://www.ilr.cornell.edu/news/entitlement-more-complex-you-think
4 “A Status-Seeking Account of Psychological Entitlement,” Lange J, Redford L, Crusius J. Pers Soc Psychol Bull. 2019;45(7):1113–1128.
5 Tom Wright and Bradley Hope, Billion Dollar Whale: The Man Who Fooled Wall Street, Hollywood and the World (New York: Hachette Books, 2018), p. 306
6 Ibid., p. 322

Originally published in PROVENCE Spring / Summer 2021 issue themed Scandal. Purchase on provence.st