On the list of activities to avoid when nursing a pulsating hangover, viewing art falls somewhere between operating a circular saw and performing an appendectomy. The hangar-sized building that houses the official show is divided into labyrinthine alphanumeric rows, and if you lose track of your route, it’s easy to end up wandering aimlessly among hundreds of the exact same Damien Hirst pieces. Keep a champagne flute filled in order to avoid collapsing in a corner and being purchased by a collector looking for a desiccated man-husk installation piece.