On a blazing hot, melty day, I needed to escape my sweltering apartment and the equally sweltering NYC streets, so I headed to the American Folk Art Museum (66th Street and Columbus) to take advantage of their air conditioning — and look at art, of course.
The bathroom was not on par with the unique exhibits. It was bland and sterile, with a a coat rack outside the women’s room (empty, of course, due to the heat wave), white and stainless steel fixtures, beige tiles and one of those Dyson AirBlades that I really don’t like. (Restrooms that have those immediately lose points in my book.) I was pleased that they had method soap, which is the soap I stock in my bathroom at home. It’s good stuff, although I’m not digging the “waterfall” scent I got most recently; it sounds fresh and mild, but it’s actually strong and perfume-y.
Despite a lackluster restroom, the American Folk Art Museum was a nice way to spend an hour or two. It’s quite small, to the point that I looked like a real idiot when I asked the people at the front desk for a map (“Uhhh, it’s these three rooms,” they said). I stretched my visit as long as possible so I didn’t have to go back outside, and read every single placard. Every single placard. This is not at all characteristic of me, which I guess is odd, considering I do love to read, and download all sorts of nerdy books onto my Kindle. As an aspiring artist myself, I enjoyed seeing artwork created by amateurs in all kinds of media, in all different eras of U.S. history. I was especially blown away by Eugene Andolsek, who made mesmerizing fractal-esque ink drawings on graph paper; if they’d sold prints in the gift shop, I would have bought one immediately.
Restroom Rating: [rating=1]