My best friend Geoffrey is visiting me from LA, and we have been rampaging through NYC like crazy art fans since he touched down last Wednesday evening. Here we are on the roof deck of Deutsche Bank Center at Columbus Circle. The World is Our Oyster.
The Candytopia is a candy-themed immersive exhibit that has been touring major cities across the US for a while now. The newest space (and the largest to-date) is located in the Penn Plaza district of NYC, and inhabits 24,000 square feet, boasting 17 different interactive environments, Instagram-worthy photo opportunities, and offering delectable tastes of your favorite sweet treats along your journey!
With the booming popularity of Instagram-Influencer-Selfie-Farms such as the Museum of Illusions and Immersive Van Gogh taking up space everywhere, it’s expected that folks have forgotten completely about The Egg House, which was open from April through June of 2018 in NYC. The Egg House was an immersive, fantasy pop-up space that took visitors inside the home of an anthropomorphic Egg named Ellis. It was in Ellis’s kitchen that one would encounter rows and rows of Millennial Pink Spatulas (and the occasional wire whisk) suspended from the ceiling.
FaceBook (now Meta) isn’t good for much, other than swiftly bringing about the decline of Western Civilization, but it does offer a handy reminder of everything you’ve done on any given day for the past however many years of your life. How else would I ever call that eight years ago today, Geoffrey and I were bundled up like Eskimos at an art opening of totem-like sculptures by the absolutely legendary musician Help Alpert? I’ve interviewed a ton of famous Rock Stars, but meeting Herb in person did that little thing to me (you know, that little thing). Swoon.
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Wonderworld Space was an attraction that existed in Williamsburg, Brooklyn for a few months this past fall. Located in a big pink warehouse, Wonderworld was fitted with multiple, Instagram-able rooms, each housing a themed-fantasy scenario in which selfie-obsessed young ladies could stage impromptu photo shoots. Yawn City. In other words, it was a total waste of time for normal people like me to go there unless you could get in for $5 (regular admission price: $25), which we did. Because anything is worth $5. I got a few blog-worthy snaps out of the visit, so it was money well-spent. These Pink Neon Roses floating around the word Love were part of a room with different neon art on each of its four walls. I’m not sure how good selfies come out when taken in a room that is mostly dark, but I think this shot looks pretty cool without people in it.