![]() “I thought a lolly scramble might be a good way to enliven the space that night,” the unnamed artist recalled. ![]() The crowd didn’t know what was, literally, about to hit them. Bags of lollies were discreetly handed out to a choice few patrons. The free sauvignon blanc was flowing, the live band was grooving and the room was abuzz with conversation. The year was 2003, and the week-long installation at an unnamed gallery had attracted a decent opening night crowd. Legend tells of an impromptu lolly scramble that rocked the Wellington art scene in a matter of seconds. Alex Casey takes a look back at the evolution of the lolly scramble in New Zealand. It’s a Kiwi tradition fraught with outrage, red tape and injury.
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