About 70 visitor services employees were laid off after announcing plans to organize with the American Federation of State, County, and Municipal Employees (AFSCME). All or nearly all are part-time (the MAF had limited hours), earning the city's minimum hourly wage of $14.25.
That would mean the MAF is paying about 70 x 20 (hours) x $14.25, or just shy of $20,000 a week, for its greeters, guards, and docents.
Let's say collective bargaining would entail wage increases and benefits worth 20 percent of the current wages (which seems on the high end of plausibility). Then unionization would cost the Marcianos about 20% of $20,000, or $4000 a week.
That pencils out to about $200,000 a year. Yes, that's a lot of money for regular folks (like visitor services employees), but not for those in a position to participate in the high end of the contemporary art market, like the Marcianos.
Consider Takashi Murakami's 3m Girl (2011), one version of which is in the Marciano collection. Other slutty-anime sculptures by Murakami have been auctioned for as much as $13.5 million. Assume a $5 million valuation for the Marciano's 3m Girl, and it would be the equivalent of 25 years of union wages.
The Marciano collection holds over 1500 works, and is housed in a former Masonic temple purchased for $8 million and renovated for what must have been another 7-figure sum. Whatever else you say about the Marciano shutdown, it's hard to avoid the thought: penny wise, pound foolish.
all the best,
MAF Union Organizing Committee
Attendance figures for the art museum further west around mid-Wilshire will certainly take a nose dive over the next few years.
The big museums in cities like New York and London look at the visitor head counts of LA's counterparts and sniff.
MAF wanted social status and a tax shelter. The art world fawned over them, eyes covered. Once a signal of a diminished power relation appeared, no matter how trivial, they called the bluff demonstrating that it was they who had fuck you money... and the plebes in the art world doesn’t.
We should be embarrassed about our naïveté.