ArchivedLogs:Worth Noticing
| Worth Noticing | |
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| Dramatis Personae | 2014-01-12 ' |
| Location
<NYC> MoMA - Midtown East | |
The halls and galleries of the Museum of Modern Art house one of the most influential collections of modern art in the world. With works from Matisse and Picasso, Rousseau and Gaugin, and pieces as famous and Starry Night, visitors flock to this museum every year to take in the history collected on its walls. Its library houses a trove of influential works, as well, a collection of books on art and art history and files on thousands of artists. The unseasonably warm weather -- on a /weekend/, no less! -- has prompted a whole /host/ of people out of their houses. Parks and museums and restaurants are more packed than they had been during the second /ice age/ the East Coast was recently experiencing, and the MoMA is no exception. The halls of the Architecture and Design galleries hold just as much /throng/ as the rest. At the moment, a young Japanese man is standing outside a -- /monstrosity/. A hacked-together sculpture of IKEA furniture assembled with /flagrant/ disregard for their flatpacked instructions, assembled together into a towering maze of furniturebits. The display is eye-catching; the young man in front of it (grey slacks, a black turtleneck under a blue-grey sweater) is not. Rather unobtrusive in physical presence and even /moreso/ in mental, it's not that he's invisible so much as that his bland non-presence just /encourages/ no notice. Sometimes problematic, in crowded spaces; a couple stopping to look at the display doesn't notice him until the woman actually bumps /into/ him, rather startled in her sudden apology. He seems more /resigned/ with his quiet tip of head (almost more bow than nod), quiet apology in return. Not 'sorry'. Never 'sorry', anymore. He adjusts his glasses on his nose, returning to quiet nonpresence in his thoughtful study of the frankenfurniture. Also at the MoMA today is Selene, alone. Dressed in a black buttoned up shirt, a pair of trousers, and shoes, she's looking rather nice, as she walks around the museum. Entering the Architecture and Design galleries, she spotted the MONSTERART, approaching it. Also bumping her arm into the japanese man as she does so. As she does this, she steps back, tipping her head in apology. "Apologies, I did not see you there.". Selene runs a quick mental scan over him as usual but quickly stops, bored, looking at the art. "Apologies," Parley murmurs back with that same soft sense of resignation; a surface scan of his mind finds him not /not-there/ so much as not-/worth/ paying attention to, an utterly bland fogbank of half-thoughts. Mostly contemplating the furniture display in front of him. The /fun/ of hacking together furniture similarly in his own apartment. Behind the glasses there's a very faint widening of eyes as he looks at Selene, a faint-polite tip of head. "People often don't. And there's --" He tips a hand outward to the art in front of him. "-- So much more worth noticing, here." Selene nods, barely paying attention to Parley. "You're right. There is so much worth noticing.". Selene's then heading off from the exhibit to the next, looking around the museum. | |
