Hungover at the Pompidou aka "The Pompidodo"
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I figured that this would be my first entry in the journal of Paris. For anyone who has read any of my previous entires then you most likely know that this will have some sort of humor. Trust me this is one. If you enjoyed the Spain story then you'll love this one. I will in later entries be telling the story of the day prior, but this is the story that I felt like writting today.
EVERYTHING IS TRUE.
This day was not like any other day in Paris. The night prior my friends and I got so plastered that I am still in shock that we made it back to the place we were staying. "Luck of the Some-What Irish." This day the three of us were still either drunk or hungover or in-between.
We take the train up to the area and walk the rest of the way to the Centre. Pictures can't describe this peculiar looking facility.
We head in to the Centre get our tickets and head up to the top floor to first check out the special exhibit. The first exhibit was a photography one that we all actually liked and we spent about 45 minutes digesting the visually appealing photos. The next exhibit on this level was not special but instead "Special Ed."
Sidenote: For those many readers that have never met me. I am a person who makes a lot of jokes, and if I am hungover I am probably particulary "Salty" and therefore I pretty much say everything I am thinking.
We walk into the next exhibit, which is supposed to be a sculpture exhibit of a particular artist. The name of the artist is not rememberable. As I started to soak up the exhibit I was in shock; "Are you kidding me, this isn't art, I would have preferred seeing a pre-school finger painting contest then this S*#T." What I was starring at were these very rough looking molded clay figuarines of people. It really looked like some child was in the backyard playing with a dogs fecale matter, and voila. ART!!!
Preston (aka POSTCARD) couldn't stop laughing, while Matt played like he actually thought it was good. Preston and I walked out and chilled in the lobby, while Matt tried to pull something beneficial from the show.
We then headed down to the 4th floor for the permanent gallery that also connects to the 5th floor, but the 5th floor was closed for rennovations. We soon found out that the actual good modern art was on the 5th. SWEET!!!
We arrive at the 4th floor and of course all 3 in unison begin to laugh. "Are you kidding me we get a mulligan.(Mulligan: A Redo, in this case a redo of bad art)" It was the biggest mish-mosh of oddities to see in one location. One of the centers curators even came up to us to talk about some of it and in the end she agreed that it was S#*T. No Lie...
I will now try and attempt to explain some of the ridiculous things we saw at the museum
The Great Void: A giant black painting that had some texture.
Rubble: When we saw this on the floor is when the laughing start to roll in like tunder. I put in my best artist accent; "Let me show you this next piece, Rubble, ce Magnifique!"
This next explanation is for the most asinine thing to see in a museum. The Wal-Mart pool furniture. "Are you kidding me!" The only thing that came to mind was throwing darts at it.
"I now present to you Nail in Wall cirqua 1957"
The next which I call Head in Ass actually has some good brush strokes and the artist has some skill, but the subject of his painting just seemed a little odd.
The last photo I am pointing out wasn't actually part of the exhibit, but I figured that had to rival some of the stuff we saw in the Exhibit. "Ce Magnifique Fire Hose." Some of the other stuff that was included in the infamous 4th floor wasn't even fit for photography. What I am showing is some of the best of the lot. I mean, they had a Toshiba laptop under glass saying that was art. Come on.
What I learned: I am glad I had my sunglasses on because the lights were like starring into the sun from 10ft away. I also learned that fun on vacations can be had in some of th oddist ways. Many people I have talked to that have been to the Pompidou said they hated it, but I think that is harsh. I didn't even get to see the 5th floor. For us, it was a highlight, we had fun and had a light hearted laugh about some of the stuff we saw there. Mistakes don't necessarily have to have a sour tast...