As we quickly approach 4th of July, it is apparent that I am behind. I wanted to do a 3-parter, if you will, about Memorial day weekend. It was quite packed and unexpected.
Saturday, after tripping the town fantastic with Mads and Mr. Mads, Chachi and I had a relaxing morning. There is a facebook friend and real life acquaintance who is in the art world. Lately, whenever he posts anything, I tend to pay attention because it is usually awesome. He had been at the 14th Factory right as it opened (we followed suit and loved it!)
He had also posted about the Marciano Art Foundation which had just opened (yes, Marciano as in Guess jeans). After seeing that online tickets weren’t available until June for July entry, I somehow was able to get in (persistence and distrust of being told NO- pays off). Chachi and I made our way through town to the looming building (former Scottish Rite Freemasons building). We loved it! If you know Chachi and me, you know that we have a lot in common. We also are VERY different. I am fast and intense. He is more deliberate and chill. So it was in our best interests to separate at our own speeds to savor the exhibits.
When the Marcianos bought the building from the Freemasons, a lot of things were left behind. Like wigs the men would wear in performances. So, naturally, there was a wig museum
There is an area that is a library or a relic space, where they exhibit all the other left-behind Freemason stuff (photos, documents, outlines, rules, awards, etc). That is one, weird cult. Think Eyes Wide Shut with wigs for men. Wait—were there wigs for men in Eyes Wide Shut? It’s been awhile – I digress).
One of the guys working there told me that some of the most illegal stuff happened here. Whoa! What does that even mean. What makes something more illegal than something else? Sinister? Twisted? My mind was reeling and it made the photos of this closed fraternal organization leap out with even more bizarre chills.
And the signage from some of those meetings and performances were kind of WTF-ish.
There were several levels to the museum. Some interactive, some visually stunning and large.
Some were small, but gave quite a punch.
Farts and nose-picking make me laugh. Unless I am trapped in a car when you are doing either. Then I will scream, “this is why i can’t have nice things!”
Some of the items and artists have work at the Broad downtown, so it was slightly familiar but nothing that I don’t mind seeing again.
There was one film that really moved us. It was by artist Yael Bartana called “Inferno.” The music in it stayed with me long after we left.
There was a sign/art that I was drawn to.
But I tend not to tell jokes, I tell truths that make you laugh. Boom!
At least I hope you are laughing. Are you laughing? Please laugh. I need you to laugh! Who needs you anyway.
Maybe the joke is on me. Shit.
Perhaps I am too sensitive for the sign/art.
It was a gorgeous day, and from a balcony that looks out on LA, you almost feel as if you are in LA from another decade. Or maybe that was what it looked like when we were there. Or with the filter I used.
With all these museum trips, you might think Chachi and I are cultured and shit.
Well, you would be right. We are cultured AF!
You can tell by our language. Lol.