On February 16, 2015, the Hanslick Girls debut in their very first review, of Vertigo Productions’ The Alligators, at Northwestern. Now, to celebrate their five-year anniversary, they’re leaving the page and traveling out into the real world! Below you will find a recorded audio tour of the Thorne Miniature Rooms, a permanent exhibit at the […]
Category / Painting/Sculpture
“What are those?”
All four of them looked at the ceiling, festooned from wall to wall with decorations: presents on strings, a collection of DVD cases for holiday favorites, a ventilation pipe wrapped in string lights. Among the hanging décor, just to their left, were a pool of ornaments –– each consisting of a Santa hat, above a pair of Santa pants.
“It’s like a holly jolly dry cleaner,” Dania quipped.
They had come on a quiet day in the middle of the week, which meant that the Honolulu Museum of Art was nearly empty. As they walked the labyrinthine villa that made up the museum’s sprawling campus, Dania and Eleanor walked close together, in an agoraphobic bond.
“I thought there would be more art by Hawaiian artists here,” Gwen muttered, passing another room of Japanese block prints.
“Why?” Eleanor asked. “It’s not like the Art Institute has a section dedicated to Chicago artists.”
Stepping out of the Uber, Eleanor looked around. It was late, and the lights from the midnight market illuminated the intersection of Diversey and Kedzie better than any of the dim streetlamps could. She glanced at the surrounding buildings –– none of them showed any indication of being Chicago’s hidden tiki bar.
The car sped away, leaving her stranded in the center of Logan Square. She quickly texted Dania. At the intersection. Where r u?