LA: Day 3
If you’re in the L.A. area, you’ve probably driven down the 405 and seen this weird building up in the Santa Monica mountains. This was because some architect thought it would be an awesome idea to have an art gallery there:
The Getty. Nothing to fear, though, because the construction of the museum simultaneously coincided with the planting of California Oak Trees along the hillsides and other native vegetation for the landscape, providing a stable foundation for the surrounding area. Oh, and if you think that it probably takes a billionaire to craft a museum that requires a tram ride up as well, you’re right.
The Central Garden. The circular walkway down to here was lined with weird plants that smelled like garlic.
The art galleries boasted of works by Monet and Van Gogh, who are no doubt masters of the brush, but there were also works by another artist who hardly receives the recognition he deserves:
DUCREUX! Who would’ve thought that he’d be immortalized by internet memes?
The exhibits and galleries weren’t quite on the level of the Met in NYC, but still quite amazing. Among my favorites were the preserved Medieval texts, which were pretty cool, as well as the Asian photography.
Afterward, my sister got me into her Krav Maga class for free. I underestimated its difficulty. Actually, underestimate is an understatement. I sorely, utterly, completely got my ass handed to me in that class:
- Me: “Oh man, that was tiring. That felt good, though.”
- Instructor: “OKAY. Now we’re done with the warmup…”
- Me: “WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF”
Good times, though. Good times.
