We still haven’t spent enough time at Safe: Design Takes on Risk sober. Neither, apparently, had ur-bff Karrie Jacobs, until she finally visited during opening hours instead of cocktail hours. Jacobs writes:
Maybe it was the vodka or the air-kissy dynamic of the room, but my initial reaction to Safe was a lot like one I had to the building on its grand reopening. I decided to walk away and come back another time. Sober and well rested, I returned to the exhibition.
The basic thrust seems to be that the objects, while very well curated and displayed, only “soften the blow” of our current safe-less predicament.
At this point we can neither confirm nor deny, only repeat; we’re still recovering from the tragedy that is the Wexner.
Why, Peter, why???