It’s no secret that I was more than a little excited to attend David Bowie Is. I haven’t written about it yet because
I’m lazy I was collecting my thoughts instead of just writing a 4 word summary which would say: IT WAS FUCKING AWESOOOOOME.
So yes, it was fucking awesome. You get to see some of Bowie’s iconic stage outfits and original lyric sheets. Not to mention his cocaine spoon. The exhibit walks you somewhat chronologically through Bowie’s career while you wear a headset that is motion-sensored, so you are listening to different music and/or narration in each area. There are many videos of Bowie performing, which I could’ve watched over and over all day ~swoon~
There are two drawbacks. 1. It was fairly crowded and you sometimes get rude, tall men standing directly in front of you as you are trying to read or watch something. 2. Photography is not allowed. I mean, obvious photograph is not allowed. If you’re smooth like me, you get a whooping two pictures inside the exhibit. If that doesn’t scream Rebel Rebel, I don’t know what does.
The entrance/exit to the exhibit rules too, which also leads conveniently to the gift shop. The gift shop was of course amazeballs, even if they banked heavily on Bowie’s Starman/Ziggy/outer space themes, which resulted in a lot of space themed items. But whatevz, it ruled. I bought a gold necklace with a lightning bolt charm. Yea, I could’ve bought it almost anywhere or found a similar one on Etsy, but guess what? I got mine at the David Bowie Is exhibit and I will never forget that. EVER. (Even if I did break the necklace hours within buying it, forcing me to email the company who makes it, who then sent me a new one.)
I guess what I can say about the exhibit is that I can’t really sum it up here. I wouldn’t do it justice. Recently someone told me that someone they know knows someone who went to the exhibit and that person didn’t like it. All I have to say to that is they must be on crack and they are not doing life right.
If you get the chance, GO. I would go again in a heartbeat (if it wasn’t in Chicago and I didn’t have to pay an arm and leg to park).