|~ You Know Who ~|
|~ Where? ~|
|~ Here!! ~|
Yep, the only stop in the U.S. is in my backyard, Chicago's Museum of Contemporary Art. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood too.
But the process was not unlike the airport. Dated and timed tickets had to be purchased in advanced. And must be picked up 1 hour prior to the time stamped. You were not allowed to enter earlier, nor later, than your scheduled time. When we arrived as instructed, there was no line anywhere and not too much of a crowd inside either.
I wore the accompanying headphones for the first time ever at a museum. (I hate being told what to see). But in this case I knew they'd just be piping in Bowie tunes, so yeah, let's do it. Well...it didn't take long for me to "whisper" over the headphones to my true love that I was just not interested. It was obvious he wasn't either. We wandered around the perimeter of each darkened room, hearing blurps of Bowie tunes abruptly start and then fade off. Then there were the usual curatorial pronouncements summarizing arbitrary concepts/phases/milestones of the artist's career in mile high typeset on each wall of each room. These I always ignore. (I don't like being told what/ how to think either). yuck.
Seeing his costumes was sorta cool. But without Bowie's moves and voguing, they really lose their glamor and look rather sad or silly. They had his house keys there, I think that's what they were. woo-hoo. 4 paintings of his, that was cool, but ony 4. And a little book under Plexiglas that was opened to a page with his measurements written down for tailoring. 26 1/2 inch waist, oh my!
Perhaps the best part of the exhibition was at the end when you were emptied out into a big room which held the majority of his outfits and was surrounded on 3 walls, floor to ceiling, with speakers behind screens playing segments of him on stage. It was like big you tube videos all playing at once, fading in and out, in the dark. And one, no two, benches to sit on. We stayed there until it repeated and made our way out. To the cafe, of course.
If you've made it this far, do go on to see my Bowie ensemble in which I garnered 3 distinct compliments from people at the MCA.
|Looking Arty at the Art Cafe|
I swear, I've never looked so good and am seriously considering a Turnip Head transplant. Later.
|But first, les shoes|
|at the cafe.|
All the rest of my Bowie ensemble photos were taken at my sewing studio and are of the usual fuzzy quality.
|Vest & tunic are adapted from|
|Tina Givens patterns|
|so is the underslip from Vogue|
|stockings from Rosehip pattern|
|close-up of fingerless gloves made from scrap fabric|
|close-up of clasp made by S and Mom's old necklace|
If you're not worn out yet, you can see each of the pieces close-up and non-fuzzy on my Clothes for Fall page, plus any patterns they may have come from. Then, I'm going over to Sheila's Birthday Bash, and her ShoeShine. Do join us before she goes on sabbatical. Later I'll be joining Rhonda's Me Made Monday on Monday. Be sure to check out all the sewistas then.
And here it is Visible Monday already. I'm off to join all the lovelies at Patti's Not Dead Yet Style. Hopefully, you won't mind me wearing the same thing twice - more or less.