Artini, or the Arts Drinkalism Game


We took a boozy detour on our way to arts journalism nirvana.  At least in our minds.

As we stood admiring the Stahl House illuminated by the sunset, we were separately and simultaneously seized with the desire to have drinks in our hands.  The scene and the architecture – the feeling of it all – inspired us to drink very specific drinks.  And so … a game emerged.

What drink would you want at the Stahl House?  This airy geometry, this simplicity, this perfection of light and line… It certainly did not call for beer.  It did not call for the intensity and darkness of scotch.  We fantasized about the lightest sauvignon blanc (or at least I did).  We imagined savoring martinis in glasses whose architecture reflected Pierre Koenig’s design.  Two olives, reflecting those round, floating bulbs.

The point was not only that it’s fun to drink (and remember, games should be fun!) – but that we were making connections.  We were witnessing architecture and translating it to a feeling.  And translating that feeling to another medium: mixology.  You could play this game anywhere!

Tour a museum, pause and admire a Picasso or a Baldessari or Cindy Sherman.  And think: What drink would you like in your hand?  Go hear Mozart, listen to Arcade Fire.  What drink would fit the moment?

It’s not a game if you don’t talk about it, debate it with your friends or your partner.  And then – do I even need to say it? – visit the bar.