Not really. For all these fancy gallery-opening sort of events, you have to dress nicely. No holes in your jeans - no jeans at all, in fact. And black. Black is such an essential - it's a dot-com and artist thing. So I had to rummage through my closet and find my velvet black skirt that goes to my ankles yet has no slit because my dad doesn't approve of such things. I hate skirts. But anyway, then I had to find a decent top to go with it (no tank tops, since it's San Francisco) and by the time I was done with that it was time to go, so I had to grab my boots and get moving. (I don't own any nice shoes...not one!)
Anyway, so by the time we drive up to San Francisco and find parking it's 7 o'clock and time to enter the gallery, so we do. Very spiffy nice. If you aren't familiar with Ansel Adams, he was a very famous photographer who did a *lot* of black and white photography of various natural phenomena...his most famous pictures are the ones he took of Yosemite Valley. He was very talented, and this exhibit showed stuff from the beginning of his career all the way to what he was working on before he died. This guy shot pictures of everything, especially that which other people wouldn't even think of. He was truly amazing, and just overflowing with talent. We must've spent an hour looking at all his photographs. There's this great one of a single white tree (aspen?) standing out in a forest, with dozens and dozens of grey trees in the background. My Chemistry teacher had a copy of it hanging in her room, and it's my favorite Adams photo. The museum I was at had both the original shot and a print he made, in which he messed around with the negative and made the photo much more dynamic. Sugoi!
We saw other galleries, too. Most of them were modern art, which means some of it was wEiRd. I mean, I know they're trying to make a statement, but come on; am I the only one weirded out by a urinal on a pedestal? There was one exhibit where this guy had taken pictures of people he met across America over a period of ten years - just different photos of different people. Huh. Felt like a voyeur.
In one of the modern art halls, there was a three piece "painting" which was just white paint on a white campus, so that there was no actual image. Two guys, maybe freshmen in college at the oldest (both of them were very good looking in a preppy My-Daddy's-Paying-My-Way-To-Yale-With-Po
Guy #1: **strikes pose of the critic, with his hand on his hand on his chin** Now what does this painting say to you?
Guy #2: I think...it's white!
Guy #1: Like you!
Both of them charge off into another room at top speed, whooping and hollering. Guys are so weird, no da.
So that was my fun last night. Yippee.
Oh, and The Pillows. Anybody heard of them? I downloaded a song of theirs off of animedj.com, and now I'm wondering if they've done anything else besides a bizarre little song called 'ride on shooting star.' They're j-pop, so I don't think I'll get any help here...but one can hope.