The Bowie exhibition is really strange. It’s like the Brooklyn Museum did everything they possibly could to subvert it — and failed. It’s squeezed into a jumble of spaces, the rooms and furniture are all awful heavy-handed colors, the lighting looks like some dude from Home Depot did it, stunning pieces are all but hidden (“Pierrot? What Pierrot? I don’t know any Pier — oh you mean THAT Pierrot!”), etc. AND DESPITE ALL THAT his brilliance and taste shine through.