Instead of posting last week’s linkspam on Friday, I was in Brisbane, visiting the museum shops of my youth.
Back in the day — which is to say, the early to mid 2000s — the Museum of Brisbane was a funny little museum in a basement below City Hall.
(Steph interjects: a basement in a city that floods is a TERRIBLE place for a museum, Brisbane, wth.)
(Liz adds: City Hall is above the flood zone!)
It contained your standard local history exhibits, covering Indigenous cultures, the convict era and the 1972 floods, but sometimes it also featured totally whackadoo art instalments. My favourite was the film of a guy humping a mud puddle — sans pants — and apologising over and over again to the planet.
My favourite part of the Museum of Brisbane was the shop — in fact, it was the very first museum shop I fell in love with. It carried your usual doodads and whatnots, but it also had local history books that you couldn’t get anywhere else.
I was excited to revisit the museum and its delightful little shop last week.
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