New York is full of wonders. The sheer amount of random shit to do in this city never ceases to amaze me. You turn a corner and bam! Candytopia! But what the fuck is Candytopia? The signs are so colorful and the people at the door say you must buy tickets in advance. I see a VW bug covered in gum drops at the entrance and a front gate reminiscent of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Yep, I have to do that shit. I can’t go alone though. Me left to my own devices in a candy world is a recipe for disaster and obesity. But who will accompany me? Dave will surely laugh if I even ask. Ass hole.
Luckily, Marie-Christin was in town and she gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up! Unfortunately, that bitch is an enabler and didn’t slap my hand even once when I reached for more candy. Damn.
Fast forward to the big day and guys…it was epic. Immediately after entering, I realized this is the closest I’ll ever be to Veruca Salt or to being a member of the Lollipop Guild. I mean, everything is made of candy! Admittedly, it’s a fair bit less romantic than Willy Wonka’s factory. It may be a world of pure imagination, but you can’t just run around all nimbly bimbly eating the candy. I mean, it’s been touched by everyone and is an installment made with glue and shit. When you do accidentally touch some of the pieces, they’re…sticky. However, workers with smiling faces do hand you candy in every room, so that’s something! The artistry is really amazing though and the entire place is basically a paradise if you’re looking for content for the gram. They even have little stations set up where you can get your photos taken and they email everything to you. It was endless fun, even as an adult. We spent a solid few hours fucking around in a land of lollipops and gum drops.
Guys, there were really so many things to see. Far more than I have picture of. There was an entire room “under the sea” with life-size sharks, divers, fish, etc. made of candy. There were huge candy pigs with confetti shooting out of their butts. There were versions of a slew of famous paintings, also made of candy. I mean, there is so much to see. You need to do this for your inner child, and if you have a child then you doubly need to go.
There was one down side. I paid dearly for all that candy. Upon arriving home, I went to dig some candy out of the vintage clutch my grandmother gave me only to find that the chocolate had opened and melted. Well, so had the pixie sticks. The contents of my purse were lined with a heavy coat of sugar and chocolate goo. Lovely. That’ll teach you a lesson, Lynzi!
A little more info: Candytopia is a traveling art installation and is no longer in NYC. It’s in Atlanta next (opening February 8th) and will be at the Mall of America in Minneapolis in March. If you would like to add this to your bucket list, I highly recommend subscribing on their website so you can get notifications of where they’re going next. They’re somewhere new every month!