It started with a swim on an empty beach and near futile search for breakfast, but we were SAVED by morning-after-the-night before pizza. We were done with Art Basel Miami Beach. We put on our best gold necklaces, slung our Boom Box on our shoulder and sashayed down to the Fontainebleau Hotel for NADA in our Stars-and-Stripes flip-flops. It was all about the exact copper tint of our shades and the quality of the takeaway caffé latte with way too much sugar. Finally, we were living it real. We stopped fighting it. We looked at Miami and we knew we loved her. Screw art. Criticality is Beuyshit.
You want curating? Go to NADA. The booths are small—sometimes tiny—but they are beautiful, thoughtful creations by gallerists who are young enough to still care.
Ai Weiwei “Miami Chandeliers” 2008, Hotel Fontainebleau—finally some real art dammit. Where’s Ving Rhames and 2Pac when you need them?!
Gili Tal “But the World Keeps on Turning (Der Himmel Über Berlin Version)” 2014 at Sandy Brown, Berlin—great painting.
Islands in a stream.
An artist at Parallel Oaxaca, Oaxaca Mexico
Galerie Joseph Tang, Paris—critical mass
This guy again from Joseph Tang, Paris
Noa Eshkol at Artis, New York
Florian Baudrexel at Linn Lühn, Düsseldorf
Flora Hauser’s work at Ibid, London, was unphotographable—so here’s her diary instead
Cynthia Daignault paintings at Lisa Cooley booth, New York
about here we lost our focus, which is a pity because Adrià Julià’s unique photographs were wonderful.
Erika Vogt at Overduin & Co., Los Angeles
Rodrigo Matheus at Ibid
Artis, New York
David Lewis, New York
Maybe meaningless Miami signage.
Yep. Blarp.
