the Guggenheim People

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• I followed this guy with a camera and turquoise shorts all the way up the spiral.
• This reeeeeally tall kid in a shirt the same color as mine kept cropping up.
• I wanted to take a photo of this teenage Asian couple, but the guard told me not to... even though I was clearly not pointing it at any art. They are on the top level of the spiral, leaning out at the void and into eachother, talking and people watching. The girl's skin is lighter than the boy's, and whenever I passed them they were walking hand in hand, but the delicate old-fashioned way, not intertwined.
• There was this perfect girl who reminded me of Annie Clark (Fiona).. olive skin (or perfectly tanned) medium brown hair in a ponytail, eyes blue as forgetmenots (in the words of Wendy Darling)
• I ran into this girl with dreads and I watched her look at the painting in front of her. She looked so awesome.
• There's this photographer whose name i'll have to figure out, who takes these glorious photos of just people. Young kids to young thirties aged people, singularly, on the beach, at the park, in a chair... I loved that artist. SO much.

The best part about being here is that everyone is so different and unique; each their own piece of artwork to interpret and enjoy. And everyone is soooo ridiculously attractive. The art is all good too but this spiral design is obnoxious to travel through. But it makes for great people watching.

• I found out that beards cloud my perception of age. This guy who works at the museum complimented my hair, and I would have just said thank you, but then he used the word "dope" so I sort of smiled and looked back at him. He could have been my age or a couple years older. I forget that I now fit into the 20-year-old category more than the 17-year-olds-with-no-facial-hair category. Just because I feel like I haven't physically aged in, well, ages.