The other day, I thought I was going to die. and I was fine with that.
Standing in the front row of the viewing area, reserved for press (I’m not press by the way, just rebellious with a sense of VIP entitlement), I witnessed Cai Guo-Qiang simultaneously set off 40,000 bottle rockets off the north side of MOCA Geffen. Prior to showing up, I knew I was in for a treat. What I did not anticipate was that those bottle rockets would fly directly at me! Holy shit was that thing crazy. I thought I would be engulfed in flames.
When I got on the scene, I thought the fire people were being too cautious and that we were situated a bit far from the wall. But really, when it was all said and done, it was just perfect. The most prolific bottle rocket landed right in front of the fence that was protecting us art folks, or the press at least. A legit art souvenir was inches away for the taking! I didn’t take any by the way. Instead, after gathering my bearings, decided I needed a drink and a smoke, and so, met a friend at the Grand Havana Room, my new man cave.