Downtown Los Angeles has experienced a renaissance over the past century, more specifically over the past decades, birthing new neighborhoods, restored architecture, and the Angeleno culture. History is present around every nook and cranny of DTLA, seamlessly blending with present day’s pop up museums, restaurants, and street art. An example of this phenomenon lives within the Arts District.
On the easterly side of DTLA, the Arts District has always been home to creative souls, despite its gritty appearance. Artists, professional and ametuer alike, have drawn inspiration from within the graffiti-covered walls. A hidden gem within this district is the Museum of Ice Cream, which stands out like a unicorn amongst the dirt and warehouses.
The Museum of Ice Cream was originally in Manhattan last summer, and has brought life to E 7th Place since April with its vivacious shades of pink and the ten unique galleries that are tailored to Los Angeles. Visitors are greeted by bubbly staff and escorted into the museum at a staggered rate, to allow for the best experience.
Upon entering the museum, visitors walk into a small room that is lined with old fashion pink pay phones; there is a recording on the phone about the rules of the museum. The museum is a one-way museum; visitors aren’t allowed to return to a room once they exit it. I was so overstimulated by the colors alone that I didn’t listen too closely to the recording.
The Phone Room led to the California Room, which led to the Banana Room. Celebrities such as Beyonce have been photographed on the swings at the entrance of the Banana Room. It’s a highly instagrammable location and the wallpaper in this room is scented! Just around the corner from the swings housed the banana installation; hundreds of paper mache bananas hung at staggered lengths in yellow and pink. Visitors gravitated towards the center where the room split into two colors.
Passing through the exhibits with larger than life melting popsicles and life-size neon gummy bears, I made my way to my favorite room: the room with the sprinkle pool. I will admit that I envisioned the room differently; on social media, this pool is often portrayed as being deeper, however in person, the pool only came up to my knees (if that).
The shallowness didn’t stop me from giddily flinging sprinkles in the air….and unintentionally all over the pink tile. The contents of the pool traveled with all who stepped in it. It wasn’t the unique texture of plastic sprinkles between your toes (which is why no one should try and eat these) or how darn instagrammable this pool was that made it my favorite… It was the pools ability to transform all who waded in it to revert to a childlike state. Who hasn’t had a fantasy of swimming in a pool of their favorite food?
The term “museum” isn’t of the traditional sense; the museum is more about experience than education. Not to mention, the museum is part exhibits, part ice cream shop; visitors got a treat in each room. Was it worth $28 per ticket? I thought the museum was too sweet to pass up! The Museum of Ice Cream is in Los Angeles until October, however tickets sold out faster than soft serve melting on a Los Angeles summer day. The Museum of Ice Cream is now open in San Francisco. Didn’t have a chance to buy tickets? Just look at any social medium and I’m sure you’ll see FOMO-inducing pictures.