The woman who wears Aveda loves beautiful colors and highly pigmented makeup but would never use items tested on animals or created under circumstances that are less than environmentally aware. That combination of glamour and goodness is reflected in all Aveda salons, especially the just-off-Lincoln Road Van Michael Miami salon…
Seattle comedian Brad Upton recently said, “You’d think the world’s greatest glass artist would make himself an eye.” That’s funny. Love him or loathe him, Dale Chihuly is often credited as revolutionizing the studio glass movement, and his exhibit at Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden brought nearly 300,000 visitors to the…
I never would have thought that a sports bar could serve a tasty specialty martini. But after downing countless beers and bloody marys at the neighborhood pub with my friend J-Dog, I decided to see if the Flanitini at Flanigan’s (check the Website for other locations) lived up to the…
In a division (the Atlantic) where no team has a winning record, Toronto has achieved what some thought to be an impossibility: knocking the Knicks out of last place. Don’t laugh too hard, fans, because the Raptors’ terrible record isn’t all that much worse than your Miami Heat’s. Yes, the…
Microwave dinners and reruns of Friends are convenient, but one can take only so much precooked chicken and Joey Tribbiani one-liners. After all, it is okay to desire some refinement when it comes to dinner and entertainment. Ditch the sodium-packed cardboard food and played-out jokes and head to Macarena tonight…
Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, and Ezra Pound had their atelier at 24 Rue de Fleurus in Paris in the Twenties. Andy Warhol and his gang had Studio 54 in New York in the Seventies. Supremus Roots have Miami in December. Okay, these locals aren’t famous yet, but they are hoping…
Like most photographers, Jeremiah Jenner received his first camera at a young age and fell in love with the process of capturing an object exactly how he sees it in that brief moment in time. But he also had the luxury of growing up in Rochester, New York — the…
It is the immortal debate among those who know, or think they know, more than most about South Florida. Is the 150-square-mile rural area in South Miami-Dade the Redland, or is it the Redlands? Lexicographers have long sought a definitive answer, without luck. The style mavens at this newspaper decided…
These are chaotic times, what with the war and the housing market and all that miserable traffic everywhere. Buddha once said, “Peace comes from within.” Begin your journey of inner peace this month at the Wat Buddharangsi, the Thai Buddhist monastery (yes, there is such a thing here in Miami)…
I’m not a psychoanalyst, but I play one on TV. Okay, I’m not a TV actor either, but like many people, I love to psychoanalyze the borderline crazies who cross my path daily — just like you’re probably trying to analyze the first couple of sentences in this paragraph. Some…
Alcohol and girls in wet wifebeaters were once considered a frat boy’s forte. But it’s a new day, and Laundry Bar is celebrating a woman’s desire to enjoy such things via the Naughty Girls party. Every Thursday night at 10:00, women who love women congregate at this South Beach club…
Considered the “architect of the exile community’s visual Cuba” by curator Jesus Rosado, artist Humberto Calzada creates visually serene yet psychologically charged scenes of his native land, weaving the languages of architecture and nature to transport the viewer. Rich with elements of Cuban colonial and neoclassical architecture, Calzada’s work explores…
Art Basel Miami Beach is only five years old, but the festival acts more like a know-it-all teenager. Patrons purchasing art like they would pick stocks, and artwork that inspires a WTF? rather than a wow! steer the everyday art lover away from the haughty Swiss import. Friends with You…
Spoken-word poetry has always been performed by artists from different walks of life: Allen Ginsberg, Laurie Anderson, and Henry Rollins have all made notable contributions. Now the literary genre has become the voice of a new, mostly African-American generation. Rebecca “Butterfly” Vaughns is a local luminary, and every venue she…
Book-readings are usually less about the book and more about the nerdy joy of meeting the author. But tonight at 7:30 at the Lincoln Theatre, you can get your literary rocks off with a dash of cultural theater thrown in for fun. Charles Frazier, best known for his best-selling and…
It has been 36 years since the Beatles broke up, and still no other band has demonstrated the range of their artistry. From bubblegum come-ons to adult love songs, with stops at cartoonish psychedelia, Twenties pop, trippy circus music, and maharishi-inspired chant-alongs in between, the band defied genre labeling. Instead…
Tuesday night: I was drinking white wine in a white-walled art gallery and standing over a plastic bowl containing crumbled sheep brains. “So,” I said, turning to the woman next to me, a tall, fresh-faced woman named Saskia Jorda. “How many brains have you washed?” She paused. “Three,” she replied,…
Some time after 7 p.m. last night, out here on Northwest 71st Street and Second Court, Jacqui Brown (aka Miami artist Jacqueline Jackson Johnson) was ready to hustle. She wore a stylish black fedora atop her straight blond locks, a ripped wife beater over a black tank-top, gray sweats, and…
Snap out of it! The ideas at play in Up Wake are simple: Life is short. People are not machines. Pay attention to the things that count. Contemplate. Despite the passion performer Natasha Tsakos brings to these themes in her one-woman show, playing through Saturday at the Carnival Center’s Studio…
Solemn, flashy, and flabbergasting, The Fountain — adapted by Darren Aronofsky from his own graphic novel — should really be called The Shpritz. The premise is lachrymose, the sets are clammy, and the metaphysics all wet. The screen is awash in spiraling nebulae and misty points of light, with the…
Men are literally disposable in Pedro Almodóvar’s Volver. But the film, particularly for fans of the gynophilic, flamboyantly color-coordinating maker of loco melodramas, is essential. The title translates as Coming Back — as in “back from the dead,” referring to the matter-of-fact resurrection of Irene (Carmen Maura), an old grandmother…
If anything could tempt an adult to go see a dancing penguin movie, it’s the phrase “from the guy who brought you Babe.” That movie got everything right about talking animals, but, alas, George Miller does not live up to his earlier work here. Happy Feet starts out well enough…
