On our last day in Hamburg, I managed to drag Ian and a green-around-the-gills Andy to the Hamburger Kunsthalle. The gallery spans two buildings: a rococo terracotta building housing all the pre-1900 stuff, and a gorgeous ultra-modern white cube for contemporary art. Both collections are very well curated and imaginatively hung. The exhibits in the modern section - the Galerie der Gegenwart - seem to have been designed to disorient the viewer. Andy fled the building, claiming he was tripping.
My favourite exhibits:
Even the displays in the traditional gallery were very witty - one room was filled with hundreds of huge white mock-lightbulbs. And I mean huge. No apparent reason for them, but they were a lot more interesting than the dull 19th century paintings on the walls. I would have liked to have spent more time in the galleries, but with Andy feeling ill, and a plane to catch, we only spent a couple of hours there. And that was all the culture we got in Hamburg. Next up: sleaze.