Panic At The Pompidou
My cool trash artist/graphic designer friend Little Shiva came in from Belgium for the weekend to hang with Gregg and me and do a few other things in Paris. We planned to spend Friday afternoon with her.
We had a lunch first, with my former New Yorker/now Paris-dwelling friends M. and E., and E.'s friend Pierre, so we had to figure out a place to meet in the 3rd or 4th arrondissement, because Little Shiva had a meeting around there at 6. I couldn't remember the names of cafés I like in the area thanks to a mad case of décalage horaire (le jet lag) fogging my brain, so I suggested we meet in the museum store at Georges Pompidou at 3 and go somewhere from there.
We got there first, and I could see there was no Little Shiva in the boutique (she told me she'd be wearing a polar bear mask she'd made, so upon seeing no white ears sticking up, it was pretty evident she'd had yet to arrive).
I walked out into the lobby and spotted white ears -- from a mask she'd made out of plastic bags -- and gave her a big hug. Then, she showed me her dress -- a halter dress crocheted out of the bags the Charlotte Observer comes in! I was inspired (she's a trashionista!), and she and I threw down our coats and I started taking pictures of her, as did Gregg.
The people at the info desk behind us were amused and interested, and Little Shiva went over and gave them all some complimentary postcards. They were fine with our photo-taking...until a group of students came out of the exhibits, and into the lobby, and spotted Little Shiva, and mobbed her. She pulled out her free postcards and started giving them to the kids, and that was when the stern museum officials came over to tell her something along the lines of "There will be no art without permission."
I used my sucky French to our advantage, explaining, as Little Shiva got her stuff together so we could get out, that she is an American artist, living in Belgium, and we were just taking pictures of her same as we would any friend in the museum lobby, blah, blah, blah. We left right away, but it was, all in all, my kind of museum experience.