Thursday DB and I went to the Met.
Cloud City was amazing. This summer’s art installations must be all about feeling like you are in fucking outer space. It’s a feeling I relish. Also, after a few drinks, I imagine that going on the structure could also make you vomit, as it distorts things pretty wonderfully. Sometimes you can’t tell if you’re looking up or down or if you are still on a planet that has gravity.
After the Warhol exhibit, which, the security guards reminded us 12,000 times “NO PHOTOS ALLOWED – THIS IS A SPECIAL EXHIBITION” we strolled by Cy and Andy and Anish Kapoor’s concave mirror. We finished the day by going to Versailles and America in the 1800s. We also stopped by a Frank Lloyd Wright house. I love the American wing. It is like real estate on crystal meth, I imagine.