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What a treat not to wear shoes.
#MiamiArtWeek has been real. Miami, Miami Beach, South Beach…they all may be growing, evolving, challenging one another, as well as the environments surrounding them, not to mention its thousands of locals and visitors alike, but some things will never change. The future is nigh, though. Nah, the future is here, and thanks to the non-profit New […]
I think I want to call this, “Man on Dock.”
What…a find. There may be more than one private posh residence (PPR) on South Beach, but not every PPR has some fresh, graffiti art on one of its walls. This untitled piece finished last spring by visual artist Eddy ReMeMBeR can be found at what I am dubbing Casa Fischer, the home of Charlie Fischer, […]
“It’s everyone’s museum.” So said Darlene Pérez, one half of the Miami power couple behind the leading Pérez Art Museum Miami (PAMM), earlier today, when I ran into my fellow Florida International University Panther in the vestibule of the downtown museum. I had spent a bit o’ the morning checking out the comprehensive documentary exhibition of “Surrounded Islands,” […]
Much like Sarah Jessica Parker in 1995’s Miami Rhapsody, I look at Miami these days, and talk about how much it’s changed, and you know, how it’s always hot and how it’s always stormy, and how it’s, you know, how it’s occasionally a little dangerous…but you know…. Really, if it’s really so awful, why is […]
This is my friend, the New York City-based architect David Gauld. David steered the recent renovation and expansion of The Bass, a Miami Beach Art Deco landmark museum that opened on South Beach in 1964 that I quite seldom visited during the time that I lived in South Florida. What can I say other than, […]
And I’m back. Back in Miami, after five seasons away, for what is now called #MiamiArtWeek, because hashtags. Also because I am determined to pull a Cookie Lyon and get back what’s mine. My name went from being on the guest list to being on a name tag, and that is A-OK; honest work that […]
He thought to himself, “I’m too uninteresting to call myself neurotic.” Then, he took that ruthless realization to the orange chair by the balcony and began to pick himself apart for the amusement of no one other than himself.