Whenever you’re sick, you’re probably told by one or more concerned acquaintances to get plenty of vitamin C. The usefulness of this advice is debatable, but this flu season, you might as well dive head first into plenty of citrus at the Playground Theatre’s The Love of Three Oranges. The…
Between Art Basel, Miami’s beaches, and SoBe’s endless stream of meticulously sutured and sculpted bodies, it may seem like you’re bombarded with nothing but aesthetically pleasing stimuli every minute of every God-forsaken beautiful day. Well, soon the Arsht Center will offer you the chance to stare at a big hairy…
Can you anticipate what your partner will say in reaction to almost any earthly occurrence? Is sex — if it happens at all — akin to a choreographed and laborious meeting of the genitals? Have you spent every Friday evening in the same corner booth at a local P.F. Chang’s…
If a huge disaster were to strike, and two people were to fall in love trying to escape the havoc, would the end result be a movie as trite as you might imagine? In this case, the answer is an assured, but not resounding, “no.” British director Gareth Edwards, best…
Between Art Basel, Miami’s beaches, and SoBe’s endless stream of meticulously sculpted bodies, it may seem your senses are bombarded with nothing but aesthetically pleasing stimuli every minute of every beautiful day. Well, soon the Arsht Center’s Ziff Ballet Opera House will offer you the chance to stare at a…
Just a Kiss: In Catherine Bush’s new play, making its world premiere, two beautiful but struggling actresses are excited to land costarring roles in an off-Broadway play. The enthusiasm of Zee Scott (Caroline Edelen), a guarded, eccentric loner; and Annie Howard (Elise Girardin), one half of a conservative cohabitating couple,…
Up Wake: The stage is set: three blank walls, one actor, and no script. For this performance be prepared to go on a sensory journey. Natasha Tsakos’s show synchronizes the disciplines of animation, music, and acting, exploring a completely original style of theater that integrates technology and performance. As the…
It’s nearly 1:00 a.m., and the Sunday-night party at Pearl (1 Ocean Dr., Miami Beach) is only just beginning. Pretty young blond women escorted by older men in suits or white half-buttoned shirts line a wall fitted with a fish tanklike contraption filled with champagne, bubbles racing to the top…
Alli — a petite, dark-haired 27-year-old sales rep from Kendall — is in a convivial spirit tonight at Glass (432 Arthur Godfrey Rd., Miami Beach). The newly renovated club is an offshoot of The Forge, Miami Beach’s 37-year-old house of drippy decadence, world-class cuisine, and immoderate imbibing. Previously Jimmy’z, this…
Back in high school, I used to skip senior events to go to an abandoned building by myself and paint up a wall with graffiti,” says Enrique Mastrapa. “I went to Overtown one day and did this mural of my tag name in big block letters. Then one day I…
At Privé (136 Collins Ave., Miami Beach) on a recent Friday, a handsome, tall, tawny-skinned man swept Rampage onto the dance floor. His name was not easily ascertained. He shouted something, but it was inaudible. Patrice, Morris, Laurence, and Horace (I know, who’s named Horace?) were all hypotheses I shouted…
It’s Sunday night. The rains have begun, and the year’s first named storm has passed without blowing away any football stadiums or even lawn ornaments. Still, the bullshit flies farther and faster than a garden gnome in a 120-mile-per-hour gale at Billy’s Pub Too (732 NE 125th St., North Miami)…
It’s Wednesday night at the Purdy Lounge (1811 Purdy Ave., Miami Beach) and the faces are decidedly young. The weathered recliners that pepper the rectangular room may even be older than the asses nestled in them. Price, a local boy band composed of five stringy-haired guitarists and a drummer, stands…
A leggy blond in a curve-hugging pink dress stretches out on a leopard-print couch, her eyes shut and her face relaxed — she’s oblivious to the very public arena of Tantra (1445 Pennsylvania Ave., Miami Beach, 305-672-4765). Her suit-clad suitor obediently kneads her bare feet, sliding his fingers up and…
My name’s Chris, last name Nelson. You wanna wear it?” You had to give the guy credit for the creative pick-up line. Some of his other stellar hooks: “You need another drink? I need another drink. I’m an alcoholic.” And who could forget the classic, “You ready to have all…
It’s around 1:30 a.m., just south of downtown. In the warm, breezy outdoors, an onstage DJ pours Latin dance music over a crowd of jovial party people. Rod, an olive-complexioned 34-year-old, sits at a wooden table draped with a white tablecloth, a remnant of the long-gone dinner hour. Behind him…
It’s 1:30 a.m., one week after the vicious murder of South Beach bouncer John Williams, who was stabbed in the heart and died outside Mansion nightclub while trying to break up a knife fight. The club’s main floor is packed with the usual throng of scantily clad young females toting…
I knew it was the beginning of a great night when a dopey-eyed, thuggish teenager grabbed my distressed denim skirt-clad ass on the sidewalk about a block from my destination. After threatening his life, I had finally achieved the adrenaline rush I’d been seeking all evening and was ready to…
