SAT 10/25 For years you’ve lusted after that Eames lounge chair. All sinewy white fiberglass, the piece begs — no, screams — to be in your living room. But at $6000-plus, you’d have to sell your firstborn to afford it. Yet there’s a way around your dilemma without resorting to…
I know, I know, I’ve been a South Bitch. Lately it’s been nothing but apple martinis, kisses on both cheeks, and rum and Coke in the VIP room. So last week I dusted off my white K-Swiss kicks and my favorite pair of Silvertabs, which are literally baggy enough to…
There was a familiar sight on Collins Avenue last Thursday night — a horde of chic and beautiful people wishing, hoping, and praying to be anointed worthy of entry to the most exclusive VIP joint this side of the Hamptons, Mynt Ultra Lounge. Ah Mynt, the club so many love…
Secret Society on Monday nights at B.E.D. www.bedmiami.com isn’t so secret. High-end ballers from Run’s boy DMC to Jermaine Dupri and actual (foot) ballers like O.J. McDuffie and Andre Johnson make their way through the gauntlet of less-than-subtly-dressed females every week. Those ladies, by the way, get free dinners on…
NOW 24/7 Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s a miracle of another feather. It’s the 60-by-60-foot labyrinth on the parking lot blacktop of the Unity on the Bay church. The cheeky diva of Miami’s holy houses has spawned a veritable “happening” with this blue-on-black meditative walking…
The Grand Prix Americas roared into town last weekend for a Sunday-afternoon race through Miami’s city streets. But anyhoo about the cars — the bevy of shindigs soaking with celebrities that followed were my main concern. And there were plenty. Motorock, a block party and concert series centered around major…
NOW 24/7 There’s a huge difference between professional architectural photographs and those random snapshots of fascinating buildings that caught your eye when you were on vacation in some swanky European capital or small American town. Or is there? Both types of works are liable to give people a fresh perspective…
My mental capacity decreases significantly as the week goes on. Seriously, by Friday I can’t even sit and chew gum at the same time, and I’m off limits to certain appliances (long story for another column). So a chat with Mark Christopher Graziadei, the deepest dude on the Beach, has…
Don’t get me wrong, I have a weakness for dive bars and rowdy behavior, but for years the Grove has seemed to be closer to a Horse Country kegger than the nightlife streaming along Washington and North Miami avenues. Sure, there’s lots of raucous fraternity fun to be had at…
The club season is upon us and last Labor Day weekend kicked it off spectacularly. Of course I was buzzin’ and made it into the most exclusive engagement in months, the Ocean Drive en Español Latin Grammy afterparty at the Loews Hotel. I estimated about half a million dollars’ worth…
Recently it’s been a rough ride for Miami’s street racers. A string of bad accidents resulted in eight deaths since 2001 in Miami-Dade and Broward. That, in turn, led to a new state law that makes drag racing a crime; in fact just watching a race is now illegal. The…
Sitting in a corner booth at Denny’s on Biscayne Boulevard, Ash Rock — one-half of recording act Hydraulix — attempts to explain why he dropped jungle’s scattered beats from his repertoire in favor of electro-bass’s tighter thump. But before he can get a word out … “It’s cause he met…
Baby Anne could easily pass for a pop tart diva if she wanted to. Her face is a perfect selling point for any sexy and seductive sound. Instead the Bass Queen enjoys jarring audiences with bone-crushing electro-breaks, and she has no intentions of lightening up. In fact she never really…
Sunday, June 29: The new Parrot Jungle is missing just one little thing: jungle. The concrete-to-landscaping ratio at this new Watson Island location must be something like 50/50. That’s a lot of concrete. And in case you didn’t know, bird poop really shows up on concrete. Like in the three-story…
Make no mistake, Hail to the Thief’s sparse experimentalism is vintage Radiohead: hypnotic, spacy, authentically (not ostentatiously) artsy, and far from commercial (which is a good thing). Cloudy, atmospheric effects on tracks like “Where I End and You Begin” set the mood with floating chimes emanating from Johnny Greenwood’s ondes…
The last time Anthony Rother was here, during this year’s WMC, he had a packed Soho Lounge lit to the gills from his low-frequency bass riffs and synthesized vocals. While the atmosphere was more back-in-the-day — all hand-raising reminiscent of rock concerts — the electro-funk Rother threw down on his…
Baby Anne’s emergence from underneath the wing of funky breaks assembler DJ Icey has not tamed her knack for spinning persistent, pounding, hard, and heavy bass. On her fourth CD, Mixed Live, the latest in the Moonshine series, she lives up to her billing as the “Bass Queen,” a self-proclaimed…
If the City of Miami had forbidden Geraldo Rios to put up his peluches (stuffed animals) for Mother’s Day, many hearts would have ached, none more than Geraldo’s own. The bright, fluffy teddy bears and other fuzzy gifts look as darling inside the glass, waiting in his flower shop, as…
Cop’s-Eye View Miami-Dade Det. Kenny Veloz took a call from a buddy cop, Kendall District Sgt. Carlos Dominguez, in December of 2000. Dominguez’s parents and grandparents lived in an apartment complex on SW 96th Street and SW 142nd Avenue in Veloz’s own Hammocks District. Dominguez told Veloz that his folks…
Winter Music Conference week went mostly by the numbers. Most of the same labels showcased the same artists at the same parties as last year and the year before. The hotel gigs were predominantly filled with fat-free cheese as background music for sunbathing playboys, models, and strung-out club kids. It…
Drum and bass doesn’t leave much white space for the listener. It fills the air without pause: drum fills layered on top of one another, breakbeats at a breakneck frequency, and a splatter of chest-pumping bass that can stop someone from breathing. This is drum and bass around the world,…
Seems like every joint on the Beach these nights is blaring a Latin dance, trance, or get-in-my-pants tune from behind velvet ropes; not much reason to slow down and take a listen on the way home. On a Thursday night, though, there’s something strange booming out of the Marlin Hotel…
