Steve Martin's face makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It takes me back to the leafy suburb of my childhood, where an endless stream of peanut butter and lemonade was accidentally snorted through my nose while laughing in front of The Jerk, LA Story, Little Shop of Horrors, Parenthood, Father of the Bride, Roxanne and so on.
Thank goodness for Gallery 1988, which is appealing to all us Gen Xers with exhibits that take us back to our decadent 80's childhood. Not too long before the Steve Martin exhibit, they had a Garbage Pail Kid exhibit.
To be in a room surrounded by various Steve Martins smiling back at me, was nothing short of glorious.