Memento Mori in Art and Film: Day Three of Our Anniversary Trip

Tuesday began as I woke up in our very comfortable bed. Before our noon check-out time, Roy and I decided to go have breakfast in the Grand Hotel restaurant, Martini Blu.



The place was completely deserted when we got there. It felt like the absolute best place to have a murder mystery dinner theatre performance, with its blue lighting and dark wood. After wandering around for a few minutes, we were finally greeted by someone who turned out to be our server.

I ordered the rosemary potatoes and a side of bacon. The potatoes were to die for. I'm not one to normally take pictures of food, but I should have taken a whole portfolio of those babies.

Wade picked us up at noon, and after dropping all of our crap off at his place, we went to the grocery store for some provisions for the week. After lunch, we went to the Minneapolis Institute of Art to check out some art objects. It was free, which was very cool. And the art contained within wasn't too shabby, either. Below are some of my favorite pieces.

This one is by Georgia O'Keefe.



These next two are by my new favorite artist, Yves Tanguy. I love me some surrealism.





I have no clue who did this one, but it's super creepy and awesome.



This one is also creepy, especially because the placard indicated that the portrait of the girl on the left was probably based on how she looked after dying (apparently, the shadows under her eyes and the coral she's holding are symbolic of death). Freaky, yes?



The second after I took this photo of this clock detail, one of the museum security guards told me I couldn't photograph it. But I kept the illegal pictures I had already taken anyway.



Love this, but I have no idea who the artist is. I suck.



I call this one "Lady Looks Like a Dude."



Scary stuff.



Another illegal photo. Photography was not allowed in this room, but Wade really wanted this picture. How does that saying go? "Ask for forgiveness, not for permission"? Works for me!



We decided to have a laid-back night at Wade's place, watching movies and eating crap. Unfortunately it took us a long time to get situated. I was convinced that Wade needed to see Amelie (Hello! Best movie ever!), which led us back to the Electric Fetus in search of a used copy. There were none to be found there, so we went to Target. No Amelie there, either - but we did pick up a movie called Control and a shitload of junk food. After a stop at the grocery store, we were finally ready to sit down and watch movies all night.

But we only ended up watching Control, which was a kind of depressing movie about the lead singer of Joy Division. I enjoyed the movie, but I kind of wanted more from it.

After a day spent under the influence of different depictions of death, sleep was a welcome reprieve.