Carsten Höller at the New Museum

The slide understandably attracted lots of visitors, but the real selling point is the Upside Down Goggles (see if you can guess what they do). In order to put on the goggles, which are made from aluminum, polyethylene, foam, leather, nylon, and acrylic glass, one must sign a waiver and then plunk down a credit card, agreeing to pay $1,500 “in the event the goggles are damaged or not returned.” The waiver for the Upside Down Goggles reads, in part: “I understand that this disorientation (and beginning to overcome it) is part of the point of this artwork.” Excited yet?

The embedded mirrors will make you feel drunk, disoriented, and impervious to gravity as your vision is completely inverted. Wearing them is pretty much like walking on the ceiling, which it turns out is not as easy as Lionel Ritchie implied. It's more like, “What the hell just happened? I have no depth perception and just ran into a defenseless old lady.” But once you get over the fact that you look like a moron, you’ll start having a lot of fun. We suggest you grab a friend and try to reach out to connect hands; it’s harder than it looks. We also suspect that sci-fi enthusiasts will have no shame wearing the sleek bands around their eyes in public, sort of like Sony's 3-D goggles. When the curator of the exhibition, Massimiliano Gioni, tried on the goggles, he even exclaimed, “Beam me up, Scotty!”