Banksy vs. Bristol Museum might be the coolest art exhibit of all time. And it had lines — I mean queues! — to prove it:
(Thanks to Eugenie for being such an intrepid queue photographer!)
Back in Loughborough, Eugenie and I had pillaged her closet and dolled up a little for the exhibit. I was feeling a little communist in a lovely red cheongsam. So while we waited in line, we took some photos.
I complained last week about how everyone in the Netherlands thinks I'm Russian, but I'm starting to see what they mean.
Sadly, the full effect may be lost in the wool sweater I'm wearing over the red dress, but a) this is one of the most telling examples of my true fashion sensibility ever captured on film, and b) by this point, we had been standing in line for two hours and it was raining.
It might sound a little harsh, but we probably would have visited the non-Banksified Bristol Museum only if we were marooned in Bristol for five days with small children, and on each of the five days, it was raining.
(Bizarrely, the American Museum of Britain is located in nearby Bath. Next time we need to stock up on Navajo jewelry, we'll know where to go!)
But with the Banksy takeover, it was truly a sight to behold. The ground floor was a dizzying amalgamation of Banksy street art, paintings, sculpture, and animatronics.
On the three upper floors, the entire museum had been infiltrated with Banksy art and art objects.
For example, one might find a fishing trophy situated next to a taxidermic beaver. Or a mouse hidden among early Japanese textiles.
In each gallery, one or two of the paintings had been modified in some clever, irreverent way. Think Baby Jesus wearing an iPod.
Things got even better when we spotted the bank of terrariums with animatronic sausages. Which are captured here for your viewing pleasure by John, charming boyfriend and videographer extraordinaire.
But it probably goes without saying that the pièce de résistance was the swimming fish stick.
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