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Magic City Kitty: Friends and Maybe Lovers

South Beach’s Rokbar is really neither a rock club nor a bar. Instead, the hip lounge focuses on bringing together beautiful people with a yen for bottle service and plenty of attitude. Still, the venue has always made a name for itself by doing the unexpected. It has hosted events…

South Beach’s Rokbar is really neither a rock club nor a bar. Instead, the hip lounge focuses on bringing together beautiful people with a yen for bottle service and plenty of attitude. Still, the venue has always made a name for itself by doing the unexpected. It has hosted events…

The irony of having to interrupt a comedy tour called Weapons of Self-Destruction for open-heart surgery cannot be lost on an omnidirectional brain such as Robin Williams’s. He ought rightly to have been in SoFla seven months ago but instead took time to get one valve repaired and another replaced…

It’s been an eventful off-season for the Miami Heat. But not in a good way. Instead of signing a free agent (or 30 free agents) to bring Dwyane Wade some much-needed help, the team brought us talented but troubled Michael Beasley battling his personal demons on Twitter. Beasley posted pictures…

If you play fantasy football, you know how quickly it spirals into a life obsession. Soon after starting, you need the other six days of the week, plus an unpaid intern, just to juggle all of your lineups. A sports technology company called Buzztime has taken note of the fantasy…

His name is Zach Galifianakis, and you might recognize him as the schlub that Mike Tyson hilariously KO’d in Todd Phillips’s The Hangover. Or maybe you know him better as the blubbery dude from HBO’s new comedy, Bored to Death. Point is, a year ago, Galifianakis was just a hirsute…

In the cool, mountainous climes of Bavaria, the tradition of stuffing yourself full of sausage and beer to celebrate autumn seems like mankind’s best idea ever. But here in the subtropical heat, a smorgasbord of wieners and brewskis loses some luster. That’s why we Miamians need to lighten our Oktoberfest…

The marionette epic Cavaletti’s Dream was commissioned a decade ago by North Miami’s Museum of Contemporary Art. Havana-born artist Pablo Cano’s vision of an 18th-century knight’s quest for immortality used a cast of marionettes and rod puppets made from discarded materials (a broken umbrella, tin cans, an ice-cream scoop, etc.)…

Imagine a world where all of Earth’s major conflicts could be resolved through competitive dance. Wouldn’t it be amazing to prevent massive bloodshed and never-ending war by simply forcing the Israelis and the Palestinians, the Bloods and the Crips, or the GOP and the Dems to just boogie till shit…

Finally there’s a way to fill in that long pause between Project Runway episodes: The Miami Beach Cinematheque’s Funkshion Fashion Week 2009 film series is showing documentaries about fashion heavy weights like Largerfeld, Valentino and Chanel this weekend. On Saturday, catch the 7 p.m. screening of Yves Saint Laurent: 5…

Nothing says filthy rich like having your very own movie theater in your house. Until that day comes, fake it by attending film screenings at the Viceroy’s intimate 30-person theater at the Spa at Icon Brickell. This Saturday, nestle in for a screening of Rosemary’s Baby, which spurned not only…

Created via word merging, the term pimpossible is a mashup defined, according to Chi-Town comedian DeRay Davis, as “anything above and beyond regular pimpin’.” It’s the core concept behind a kind of street-based supercapitalism designed to breed Benjamins by whatever means available, from hawking hubcaps to selling hos. And DeRay…

After a long week of work and a late night of Friday indulgences, most of us don’t wake up at the crack of dawn Saturday, especially not to throw on our running shoes. But once in a while, an event worthy of a groggy morning compels us from the comforts…

In the Magic City’s version of Pandora’s tale, hope isn’t the only thing left in the box. Peek inside and you’ll find enough art, poetry, and performance art to ease the ills of these soul-withering times. This Friday at 8 p.m. at the Margulies Warehouse the fifth annual Hope Blossoms:…

Remember your boring high school English teacher, Ms. Hippobottom? Remember how she crammed your head with the formulas for villanelles, sestinas, and ghazals and forever ruined poetry for you? Time to get caught up to the present tense, because verse isn’t all Shakespearean sonnets and beatniks in berets; there’s also…

Miami has a bad DJ surplus. The technological trickery of programs such as Final Scratch and Traktor has vaulted a whole generation of tin-eared scenesters into thinking they’re black-jeaned Beethovens, when really, if you take away the digital beat-matching, they can’t even blend doubles of Skull Snaps. That’s why this…

The chef’s knife pounces like a tiger in the kill zone. Blade meets flesh and then cuts through bone. It moves with the force of a cannon in the hands of an artilleryman. Legions of fans cheer wildly as a chop rings out steel’s song of war, and blood splatters…

Anyone who thinks the onset of Kindle and other digital readers means the total annihilation of the book hasn’t picked up a copy of Tigertail: A South Florida Poetry Annual. Released once a year by executive director Mary Luft and her board of culture mavens, the poetry annual always features…

Three hundred sixty-one days of the year, Milan, Paris, and New York are the world’s fashion capitals. But for four glorious days in October, South Florida captures fashion’s attention when Rock Fashion Week Miami Beach and Elle magazine bring models clad in spring/summer couture to the Eden Roc Renaissance. This…

Just because you’re not a real spy doesn’t mean you can’t play one at the Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts, and you’ll want to the second you set foot into the Carnival Studio Theater for their new series Cabaret and Cocktails. The concept is simple. Change out the…

Yo P-Lo, this is C-Lo. I just want to say, I dig your groove. For those of you as yet unfamiliar with the P-Lo in question, he is none other than Patrick Lopez (no relation), the man behind the P-Lo Project, a super smooth sampling of some seriously cool jazz…