Issue
#82 — Tuesday, February 4, 2020
Posted
by Denny Hatch
The Fun Business I Decided Not to Start:
My Leroy Neiman Curling Caper
Back in the late 1970s, Peggy and I were taken to an open house at the Nutmeg Curling Club at the posh Darien (Conn) Country Club. We tried curling and liked it.
Dues
were cheap, and curling was a grand diversion over the winter—a sport to enjoy
from age 8 to 80. Fellow members were all party animals. Booze flowed and
second-hand cigarette smoke was a fact of life.
I never
got good at curling, but Peggy excelled. She traveled to bonspiels (friendly
competitions in the northeast) and had a blast. After a few years, her team won
the regionals and she went off to compete nationally. Eventually she became
president of the United States Curling Association and a U.S. representative to
the World Curling Federation for over 15 years.
In 2006, Peggy spent a month in Turin staying in the Olympic Village as Team Leader (and chief chauffeur) of the U.S. Women's curling team. She marched opening parade of athletes.
Curling is still deep in our DNA.
In 2006, Peggy spent a month in Turin staying in the Olympic Village as Team Leader (and chief chauffeur) of the U.S. Women's curling team. She marched opening parade of athletes.
Curling is still deep in our DNA.
Curling Collectibles Back in the 1980s
Booths were set up at bonspiels and championship
curling events to sell equipment—brooms, shoes, gloves, clothing and stone
tchotchkes made from the Ailsa Craig granite island off the coast of Scotland’s
Turnberry golf course. It is the only granite in the world suitable for curling
stones.
Occasionally you’d find a marketer of curling art—mostly reproductions
of 19th century paintings, prints and etchings—depicting Scotsmen in
kilts and tams delivering stones on a frozen pond or canal. The modern prints,
drawings and paintings were artistic crap.
Most
curling clubs throughout the world—and many competitions—have souvenir pins.
Apart from serious drinking, a great curling social lubricant is exchanging
pins.
My Leroy Neiman Idea
Back then, ABC’s Wide World of Sports, hosted by Jim McKay, offered the consummate
coverage of world class competitions—sailing, skiing, figure skating, the Triple
Crown, track and field, gymnastics and, of course, the Olympics. This was long
before curling was an Olympic sport and became wildly popular as it is today.
The
premier sports artist of the time was Leroy Neiman—
a cigar-chomping macho man with a massive black mustache that went from cheek-to-cheek.
ABC would hire Neiman to appear live on camera and paint pictures of the
sport ABC was covering. His trademark was a series of wildly impressionistic
images in vivid colors that shimmied and shuddered with energy.
Posters
of his work sold all over the world. Signed prints commanded over $1000 each.
Original paintings were out of sight.
On a
whim, I decided to look into hiring Neiman to create a curling painting from
which signed prints could be made.
Contacting Leroy Neiman
I found Neiman’s address and wrote him a
letter asking if he would be interested at all in the sport of curling. If so,
would he consider painting a curling match and having signed prints made up for
sale.
To my
astonishment, I received a cordial letter back (now lost, alas) from Neiman who
said he loved the idea. He had grown up in St. Paul, Minnesota, lived near a
curling club and saw a lot of it as a boy.
If I
were interested in pursuing this, he wrote, I should get in touch with the
Knoedler Gallery in New York, and gave me the name of the person to contact.
Knoedler—the Art World’s Summit
Founded in 1846, Knoedler was New York’s premier
gallery. Over the years it had sold paintings by Vermeer, Raphael and Rembrandt
to the world’s greatest collectors—John Jacob Astor, Cornelius Vanderbilt, J.P.
Morgan and Henry Clay Frick. Other buyers included the Louvre, Metropolitan Museum
of Art and London’s Tate Gallery.
For a little
junk mail nobody copywriter in Stamford, Connecticut, even talking to these
people was heady stuff. The Knoedler rep was most cordial and sent me the info
on how to work with Neiman and Knoedler:
• Hire Neiman to paint an original curling scene:
$25,000.00.
• Neiman could choose the venue and event. I had no
input.
• Peggy and I would own the painting.
Knoedler/Neiman owned all reproduction rights.
• Knoedler would then print a limited edition of 300
signed and numbered silk screen serigraphs plus a set of “artist’s proofs”—I
forget how many—to be owned by Knoedler and Neiman.
• My cost: $325.00/per signed serigraph and would agree
to buy the entire limited edition of 300 serigraphs.
• I owned them and could sell them for whatever
price I could get.
• Knoedler would warehouse them send them to
customers on a drop-ship basis.
• Total investment for one painting and 300 signed serigraphs:
$122,500.00 ($382,200 in 2020 dollars).
Marketing
• Absolute minimum markup for a successful direct
marketing promotion is 5x. Ideally it is 9x or more.
• With any hope of breakeven in my lifetime, I
would have to charge per serigraph $1,625.00 to $2,925.00 ($5,070 to $9,126 in
2020 dollars.)
Mother-in-law Market Research
I asked Nutmeg members if they were interested. One
or two were enthusiastic. Most shrugged it off.
At the
time, curling was a recherché sport played mostly by folks in
the lower economic sphere. To attend a bonspiel, few ponied up cash for
airfare. Instead, they drove for hours, bunked in with Nutmeg members or in economy motels, four-to-a-room
and ate cheap. They led hardscrabble lives. Curling (and drinking) was how
they kept their sanity through bleak winters.
For
national competitions Peggy flew to such venues as Fargo, North Dakota (potato
country) or Bemidji, Minnesota (the “iron range”), where the economy was in the
tank.
For
example, in Hibbing, Minnesota Peggy slipped on the ice and broke her ankle.
Friends drove her to the hospital. It had no doctor on duty. An administrator
called around and found a local pediatrician who drove over. He read the X-ray
and set the ankle.
The
pediatrician’s parting words: “When you get to Connecticut, see your doctor
there, because basically I don’t know what I’m doing.”
In short,
trying to sell high-end signed and numbered curling serigraphs (unframed) in
these markets began looking preposterous.
Did lists exist?
Nah. The
Curling News was published sporadically by a sweet older couple—Frank and China Rhyme. According to David Garber, former Executive Director of U.S. Curling, the little newspaper had 9,000 subscribers. Many issues were sent to curling clubs—on a "take-one" basis—rather than
individual home addresses. A nationwide list of curlers’ names and addresses did not exist back
then.
Quite
simply an ad in Curling News would
pull bupkis.
Canada? Europe?
Curling
was (and is) huge in Canada where more 500,000 avid curlers play in public and
private ice facilities all over the country.
Canada’s
population is roughly 10% of ours. Thus 500,000 Canadian curlers would be the
equivalent of five million in the U.S. Curling is Canada’s national sport. But
like down here, not many were affluent prospects, and no doubt they’d
never heard of Leroy Neiman.
Worse,
at the time, the Canadian Dollar was worth US 60¢, which meant one of my Leroy
Neiman prints would be priced at $2,700 to $4,900 Canadian (the equivalent of $8,100—$14,700
in 2020 Canadian dollars).
Curling
was big in Europe—Scotland, Switzerland, Scandinavia, etc. But...
• Were lists available?
• Had any of them heard of Leroy Neiman?
• Were they mail order buyers?
• Were lists available?
• Had any of them heard of Leroy Neiman?
• Were they mail order buyers?
Having
cut my teeth on direct mail arithmetic, it was immediately obvious this dog
would not hunt.
Peggy
and I said the hell with it and bought a house instead.
Fast forward 40 years
When curling became a
medal sport in the Olympics in 1998, curling took off like a NASA rocket. It is
now the most-watched sport in the Winter Olympics. NBC has
devoted hundreds of hours to coverage.
The
United States Curling Association reports 180 member clubs in 40 states
including such unlikely venues as Florida, Arkansas, Arizona, Mississippi,
Hawaii and the U.S. Virgin Islands.
In addition, the World Curling Federation
boasts 63 member countries from the obvious biggies to Andorra, Armenia,
Belarus and Bulgaria to Slovakia, Slovenia, Taiwan and Ukraine.
Every
four years Olympic curling spurs thousands of TV viewers to hunt down local
curling clubs and give the sport a try. According to one source, the U.S. has
around 180 curling clubs and 25,000 curlers.
When John Schuster's U.S. Men's team won Olympic Gold in 2018, curling in America went into orbit.
When John Schuster's U.S. Men's team won Olympic Gold in 2018, curling in America went into orbit.
And many
of these are older upmarket folks with discretionary income in a sport growing
like crazy.
Would I Revisit the Leroy Neiman Project Today?
In a heartbeat.
My
heartbeat.
Alas,
not Leroy Neiman’s heartbeat. Neiman assumed room temperature in 2012 at age
91.
Nor
Knoedler’s heartbeat. The great art emporium was caught selling forgeries for tens of millions of dollars and
promptly shut its doors forever on November 30, 2011.
In
short, the market now exists.
The
lists exist.
The
artist does not.
Compared
to Leroy Neiman’s energy, color and kaleidoscopic action, today’s sports artists (in my
opinion) are weak piss.
Regrets?
Nah.
The
value of Neiman signed and numbered serigraphs has tanked—$500 to $7,500 today.
I’m glad
my money was tied up in nice places to live.
And I’m
delighted Peggy and I have seen much of the world rather than spending years in a
state of perpetual worry handcuffed to a stack of prints gathering dust in a
forger’s warehouse.
• Whatever business you want to start, know your
arithmetic down to a gnat’s eyebrow.
• Know your market.
• Know how to reach your market and upsell your
market (turn buyers into multi-buyers).
• Do not be afraid to say no when the stars are not
in alignment.
• If you’re
thinking of a limited edition serigraph or lithograph offering by your favorite
artist, fuggedaboudit. Last week this
distressing story was in The New York Times:
Art Experts Warn of a Surging Market in
Fake Prints
Spurred by advances in photomechanical
reproduction,
forgers are increasingly selling
unauthorized copies of
famous works on the internet, and
elsewhere.
• What’s
more, BEWARE! In the cutthroat immorality of 2020 business, anything you
create can be on sale at a fraction of your MSRP before you have
shipped a single SKU.
• The only sure,
safe way to test the marketability of a new product or service is old
fashioned direct mail.
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Well done, Denny! I'm glad Ann and I shared some of those curling-related travels with you and Peg.
ReplyDeleteDavid,
DeleteYeah, this turned out okay.
I really appreciate your guidance and input.
Do keep in touch.
Do come see us in Philly!
Much luv to you both!
Denny, always a pleasure to read. "Assumed room temperature": Did you think of that? May I "borrow" it?
ReplyDeleteHey Doug,
DeleteMany thanks for taking the time to comment.
Many years ago, my mother went on a tear about hating the terms “passed away.” Of course now, people say simply So-and-So passed. My mother preferred “kicked the bucket.”
Many years later we befriended an actor name Peter Turgeon, who inherited money and made money as he worked in stage, screen and radio. A lovely, funny guy, whom I first heard use the term “assumed room temperature.”
Death sucks. Equating death to “passing” is bullshit. Ya gotta spit in death’s eye. Embarrass the SOB. Gen MacArthur late, late in his long life described death as “that old bandit.”
Anyhow, I like Peter’s “assumed room temperature.”
Hell yes, use the line. The older you get the more you’ll use it.
Do keep in touch.
Cheers.
All true, except . . . except . . you got to think of the family. And I would never use an expression like "kicked the bucket" or "assumed room temperature" or even "shucked off his mortal coil" around them. "That old bandit" somehow works.
DeletePeter Rosenwald agreed to let me run his email to me. —DH
ReplyDeleteAs usual, a nice piece Denny,
Just FYI I have a similar story.
Many years ago as a Director of the Royal Choral Society (RCS) in the UK, I talked some of the leading British artists (although not at the level of Leroy Neiman) into pro bono creating posters that could be used for promoting the concerts and 100 signed numbered copies for collectors. And we made a big deal about selling them for one hundred pounds each at the concerts.
Bottom line: while they may have helped promote the concerts, I think of six different posters we only sold about 24.
You were (as ever) smarter.
Best regards,
Peter