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The Museum for Modern Art (MMK in German) in Frankfurt is always good for a surprise.
Letting pensioners in for half price, for one.
(Now, THAT doesn’t happen very often either.)
Or removing every single permanent exhibit and dedicating the entire space to Murakami.
It’s sort of like Andy Warhol meets Hello Kitty.
On a cocktail that Hunter Thompson would have been proud of.
Something like “two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls“
At first glance, it’s just crass pop art, but then you think you start seeing deeper meanings – things like a stylised Hokusai wave and silken triptych screens
And then you stumble across the title image and KNOW you’re trying to be smart and it really IS only cheap pop art.
Until you go into a huge space covered with his Louis Vuitton patterns in decreasing sizes – the smaller the image, the more the pattern morphs into a massive oriental woven pattern.
This I know to be true.
It looks just like my bathrobe.
And I bought THAT in Tokyo, so it MUST be authentic…
You Must Be From Away 