Miami Ranks Only 15th in the World for Street Art
Somehow Miami, a city known for its superficial gloss and duck-face Instagram selfies, ranked only 15th in the world in hashtags where a city name is accompanied by the words ‘street art.’
Somehow Miami, a city known for its superficial gloss and duck-face Instagram selfies, ranked only 15th in the world in hashtags where a city name is accompanied by the words ‘street art.’
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All done with reality TV shows and society tabloids, former NYC bad boy Fabian Basabe is running for Miami Beach Commission.
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When the Miami-based Caribbean filmmaking collective Third Horizon screened Papa Machete — a film about a Haitian machete-fencing master — at Toronto International Film Festival and Sundance nearly six years ago, co-executive director Jason Fitzroy Jeffers and his colleagues couldn’t shake an observation…
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