Day 2: the getty museum: being situated on a hill overlooking the vast lands of l.a. aka neighbourhoods in search of a city. again a clear smogless sky. and a great tourist-guide by my side..my own personal lonely planet called daniel with whom one is never lonely. the museum itself houses art and photography. in danger of getting over-klimted (it shows a lot of art deco of klimt), we decided to concentrate on the photography section presenting the work of herb ritts, being famous for the athleticism in his portraits.
since reaching this level of body perfection will never be within the realms of the possible for us, we decided to fuck it and concentrate on enjoying life fully (especially calory-wise) by going to a fancy restaurant called "bazaar" which concentrates on molecular gastronomy and was, according to dan, designed by a drunk arab. as pieces of art emperors were being on display that slowly transformed into monkeys. favourite dish of the night: fois gras hidden underneath some cotton candy (since the selling of fois gras itself has been banned, one has to get creative to still get it sold).

 

http://gastronomyblog.com/2009/03/26/the-bazaar-by-jose-andres-los-angeles-beverly-hills/ 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqbY7_KWXS0