I stare at my phone. A scrawny, pre-pubescent boy with matted blond hair and a nylon sweatshirt moves across the screen. A loud, drawling wail oscillating to the beat of snapping fingers comes from my screen.
As soon as you enter the museum, you can see a faint hint of neon white lights emanating from the back of the room, where two brightly colored screens display the name Frida Kahlo in huge italicized letters. It nearly blinds you.
Located downtown on a quiet street, the Special Special gallery has long hosted new and inventive art installations, but its current exhibition, “Love Hotel Rooms,” certainly takes the cake.
