The Museum of Arts and Design (www.madmuseum.org) is perennially one of the best reasons to stay Stuck in New York. Exhibit after stunning exhibit, madmuseum shows what happens when you take a moderately-sized museum and curate the shit out of it.
Yesterday was the sort of day in which New York—perhaps because it still feels vaguely guilty for our shitfuck of a winter—dusts off its dancing shoes, rains petals from the sky, and sends you biking up Allen street to the Sunshine Cinema, where it lets you see films like this long before your friends in Austin hear about it.
So take advantage! Go check out Bansky’s latest masterpiece, try not to hate him for being a genius, and see if you agree that the whole delightfully convoluted story is best summed up in this quote: “In the end, the jokes on…[pause]…well, I don’t know who the joke’s on.”
And feel free, for the glowing bike ride home, to take in the solitary boat wake over a shining East River and be, for a moment, the New York snob you deserve to be. Then, when you get home, try to figure out who the joke’s on.