An anonymous e-mail that was sent out to dozens of clubs and publications last week is causing quite a stir. Apparently somebody has it in for high-profile celebrity photographer Seth Browarnik and the way he treats his picture-taking peers. Whoever is behind the campaign prefers to “remain anonymous,” hiding under…

Chasing down Alejandro Ferllen. That’s what I was doing as the ball dropped on the New Year. It wasn’t for an interview or to say hello. I needed tickets to get my friend in and my license back from the doorman. After a day when Ferllen Productions’ Private Mansion party…

There was something fun to do every week in 2003. Although there were still things to fret about, much more went right. Aside from the Eighties revivals (where the girls looked as if they had walked out of a Patrick Nagel illustration), fresh ideas and diversity at venues serving up…

You see the person standing in the corner of the club. The music is too loud to have a conversation, blah blah blah, fast forward to the fucking part. At 4:00 a.m. in a messy apartment, you enjoy the debauchery, depravity, and even danger of taking home a lay from…

Paris Hilton was supposed to show up for the Ocean Drive magazine party at the five-star Mandarin Oriental Hotel last Thursday, which celebrated her appearance on the cover of the December issue. But Paris never appeared, even though she’s in town. A little bird in a white fur coat said…

Aquabooty’s promoters weren’t taking a shot at art appreciation when they wrote “Fuck Art|Let’s Dance” on a well-circulated flyer for their Saturday-night house party at the Marlin Bar. But in using the old New Wave mantra, they made an interesting observation. In its second year, Art Basel was as much…

The FTAA rolled into town last week, and with it came truckloads of thoughtful, peaceful, smelly individuals with something to say. Miami played host to a muddy spectrum of grassroots activists: old retirees, blue-collar workers, and America’s bleeding heart, college students from the Pacific Northwest. But we weren’t very gracious…

Many say Miami lacks substance, and that the only culture we have runs as deep as a street puddle on a summer day. But those people haven’t been surfing the recent waves of gallery parties and art-anchored events. Thank goodness for these shindigs, because it only takes one fine fiesta…

Everybody bitches about the lack of inexpensive, cool things to do around here. But when something actually happens, complaining natives don’t show up. When Sugar Ray performed for free on November 6, courtesy of Smirnoff Vodka at the Clevelander, the 500 people who turned up were almost all from out…

Remember that Coyote Ugly flick? I couldn’t sit through it, not even to watch models taking murderous stabs at acting. But I don’t mind a live-action version. The sexy-bartender-doing-a-number-on-top-of-the-bar phenomenon happens at places like Automatic Slim’s, where pop metal lives. It’s wild. At least five Connecticut frat-boy fatalities have occurred…

King Bee is a down-home blues band, harmonica player and all. Being based in Miami isn’t easy for it. That’s not the sort of sound hipster kids and new wave punk fans, the ones so often credited with supporting rock around here, pick up on. But last month King Bee…

Deciding what Halloween party to go to can be trickier than finding a good costume. But like costumes, which can range from boring witch and vampire getups to sexy/skimpy Greco-Roman ensembles, nurse uniforms, dominatrix outfits, and my personal favorite, gluing leaves on your arms and calling yourself a tree, the…

I am a Spamaniac. I love the Spam Allstars, the best band to come out of Miami since … uh, I’ll come back to that. They’re unique, captivating, and play five gigs a night, eight nights a week, year round. So you can’t miss them even if you tried. But…