Managed to catch it on the last day. Tout LA was there, lined up around the block. And what could have been an hour wait to get in became a mere two minutes thanks to having a five-year-old in tow. Favorite themes and familiar memes (Bowie, Star Wars, Warhol, Mickey Mouse, Marilyn) were all repeated in a riot of abandon in an abandoned building. Wrecked cars littered the place and yellow crime-scene tape directed the flow. I loved the giant paint cans and aerosol cans the most – re-energizing that old (it never gets old) Warhol soup can thang. I loved the clichés more typically found embroidered on pillows (‘Follow Your Heart”; “Never, Never Give Up”; “Life Is Beautiful”) adding heart to the whole thing. I loved the free posters and postcards, taking me back to those first Haring exhibits in Soho where Keith handed out buttons and autographed posters. And of course Mr Brainwash himself was on hand spinning like a dervish, trailed by multiple camera crews. Andy would have loved it. I know I did. And if you still are slack-jawed about the whole phenom, here’s the story of how it all came to be in not just one but two delicious parts.
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