It’s an odd day off, happy to have it, and took Zev to see the David Hockney Portraits exhibit at LACMA. Here’s what we learned:
- Hockey’s portraits are sad, bright and brilliant. I still like this best.
- One-year-olds don’t appreciate the faces and the situations in exactly the same way, and are more on the lookout for dogs, cats and beards. Zev did spend quite a bit of time on Beverly Hills Housewife, but maybe that’s cuz it takes up a whole wall.
- People wait until the last minute to jam in their Hockney. Today was the last day before the exhibit left town, and the place was mobbed.
- You can sneak into the main exhibit hall, rather than pay the $15 ticket, through the side bathroom entrance, especially if the place is mobbed. Not that I would, of course...
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Mostly, Zev digs ancient sculptures of colossal heads, pasty fat babies from the Renaissance, and impressionist flowers.
