Last Sunday we drove into Little Tokyo to visit the Japanese American National Museum and view the museum's newest exhibit, a collection of photographs based on Kip Fulbeck's new photo book, Mixed. (Here's what I wrote last week about the book.)
We knew that only a small number of the photos in the book would be included in the museum show, but I had been exchanging emails with Kip's assistant, and she had casually mentioned that she thought we would be excited with the exhibit. We took this to mean that Alison's photo had made the cut, so we arranged a trip to the museum with Alison's grandmother; her great aunt; and her aunt, uncle, and cousin visiting from Colorado. Along with our own five-person family, we formed nine-person entourage for Alison as we walked into the museum.
And here's where things got crazy. Alison's photograph was not technically in the exhibit; it was at the entrance of the show, the first face that visitors see as they walk in. Alison stood in front of her larger-than-life photograph, smiling proudly -- but she wasn't nearly as proud as I was.