MOCA Shanghai
Walked through People's Park, through the marriage market, eating two big fried crabs on a stick. Here in the day parents convene with signs stating their child's stats (height, education, etc.) and desired stats (height, education, etc.) of potential matches. No pictures on aforementioned signs. I should have hunted for my dream man there.
Who decides that ooh-ey aah-ey ambient ghost noise is the appropriate backing track for contemporary art? I somewhat wonder what cumulative damage all the kooky films I've watched in contemporary art museums have done to my psyche. This one was of animals - shrimp, african clawed frogs, salamanders - seemingly being electrocuted in petri dishes.
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