A portrait of
Stephen Colbert hangs outside the Hall of Presidents, between the restrooms, at the
National Portrait Gallery. The portrait is on display for the next six weeks.
When Rob and I visited the museum, there was a
small line in front of the Colbert portrait, as people queued up to photograph or be photographed with the portrait. (By the time we left, later in the afternoon, that line had more than doubled in length.) A museum guard and and a museum staff member stood next to the doorway. I saw at least one person check with the security guard that this was not, in fact, the line for the actual restroom. I heard knowing chuckles and saw bemused grins from other folks in line who seemed to recognize the silliness of the situation ("Yes, I've come to a legitimate art museum to see a Photoshopped portrait of a television political satirist that's hanging next to the restrooms. Not only that, but there's a
line of other people who are here for the same reason.")
This was my
second trip to see a Colbert portrait. (Lest anybody think I'm suffering from some misguided obsession leading me to make ridiculous pilgrimages in Colbert's honor, I add the caveat that, in both cases, the portraits were in places that were convenient to me already: With respect to the most recent portrait, I live in the DC area; as for the other portrait, I was in South Carolina visiting relatives anyway.)