In Ann Arbor, the Michigan Theater sports a couple pizzazzy drinking fountains (above). In this otherwise straightforwardly outfitted venue, they’re the BANG… the sexy earrings, the stylish cufflinks.
The rest of the theater seems to shrug, “yeah, I’m good looking… (thank you, by the way)… but look at the play, not me, why don’t cha?” Sort of like a perfectly-dressed date: good looking, but not too effortful. Not self-obsessed. Into plays, not flash.
The metaphor continues. The lobby is the coiffure, something well-groomed and classy but not overwrought. Not over-gelled or sprayed or dyed.
The box office is the shoes, of course. Functional. Brown. Sturdy.
But where to kiss this date? Where are the lips?