Wow what a day.
Going on the third opening day of the free exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Helena and I (amongst some uni friends I happened to bump into on the day), waited a staggering six and a half hours to get into this small, but far from underwhelming exhibition.
Honestly, the line stretched on forever. I thought I had developed this incredible ability to withstand waiting in a line for long durations of time but I was tested during the course of the day. Let's stress this again, I did nothing but stand in a line for more than six hours. That's longer than my average shift of work, longer than an average day of uni, longer than the wait time for the rides at Universal Studios Japan on a weekend.
Anyway, our duration waiting meant that progressively as the sun set, patience thinned accordingly; but as soon as we started moving, we figured we may as well suck it up considering we had already gotten this far. Amusingly, I left the line several times to get snacks, pee or just have a wander; and on these occasions, I always asked Helena if she wanted to come with me, to which she always replied "if I leave this line, I'm never coming back in it".
However by the time we reached the home stretch of the line, where the entrance was in sight and the pathway and trees were illuminated with a blue light, the momentum began to pick up. Outwardly I was dying from the brisk weather and looked about ready to pass out, but inwardly I was pretty damn giddy to get in and finally see all the props and costumes and production design of this grand show.
My fellow comrades inconceivably managed to remain perky right till the very end, even engaging in a brief rendition of the opening theme for the show just moments prior getting let in.
And then into the exhibition we go!
There are little words to describe the surreal feeling of being in the exhibition. Seeing these costumes and props should by no means engender someone to be as giddy and excited as I was, but there was something almost magical, almost Disneyland-esque about the exhibition. These designs, the storyboards, the amount of detail that goes into each stitch of garment, each sketch, each set design; was absolutely incredible.
Although there were moments of doubt, the six and half hour wait was well and truly worth it.
In all honesty, my photos don't do the exhibition justice. A part of me wishes that I wasn't almost in this half-hearted need to rush off (mainly because I really needed to get home and I also hadn't consumed anything all day except a large cup of Coke Zero and half a packet (?) of regular fries). But then again I'm thankful I lugged Joe out so I can read the text and descriptions of generally everything I photographed (and I recorded and photographed everything).
But the feeling of being there whilst Rains of Castamere eerily plays through the exhibit, or the warmth, or the ridiculously realistic 4D simulation of ascending the wall; is all a fan could ask for really.
And then here's me on the Iron Throne, take #2:
Anyway, our duration waiting meant that progressively as the sun set, patience thinned accordingly; but as soon as we started moving, we figured we may as well suck it up considering we had already gotten this far. Amusingly, I left the line several times to get snacks, pee or just have a wander; and on these occasions, I always asked Helena if she wanted to come with me, to which she always replied "if I leave this line, I'm never coming back in it".
However by the time we reached the home stretch of the line, where the entrance was in sight and the pathway and trees were illuminated with a blue light, the momentum began to pick up. Outwardly I was dying from the brisk weather and looked about ready to pass out, but inwardly I was pretty damn giddy to get in and finally see all the props and costumes and production design of this grand show.
My fellow comrades inconceivably managed to remain perky right till the very end, even engaging in a brief rendition of the opening theme for the show just moments prior getting let in.
And then into the exhibition we go!
There are little words to describe the surreal feeling of being in the exhibition. Seeing these costumes and props should by no means engender someone to be as giddy and excited as I was, but there was something almost magical, almost Disneyland-esque about the exhibition. These designs, the storyboards, the amount of detail that goes into each stitch of garment, each sketch, each set design; was absolutely incredible.
Although there were moments of doubt, the six and half hour wait was well and truly worth it.
In all honesty, my photos don't do the exhibition justice. A part of me wishes that I wasn't almost in this half-hearted need to rush off (mainly because I really needed to get home and I also hadn't consumed anything all day except a large cup of Coke Zero and half a packet (?) of regular fries). But then again I'm thankful I lugged Joe out so I can read the text and descriptions of generally everything I photographed (and I recorded and photographed everything).
But the feeling of being there whilst Rains of Castamere eerily plays through the exhibit, or the warmth, or the ridiculously realistic 4D simulation of ascending the wall; is all a fan could ask for really.
And then here's me on the Iron Throne, take #2: