If you bought into the advance hype, the MODA in Miami Fashion Week of the Americas should have been a raging success. Here finally was a chance for South Beach to burnish its reputation as the so-called American Riviera, in the process offering a sophisticated corrective to those who would…
The Municipal Equivalent of Being a Little Bit PregnantEither you’re a city or you’re not: Though a rose is a rose is a rose, the seeds of what is being planted in the Redland may bear a prickly, poisonous plant. And though Jacob Bernstein highlighted personal feuds and conflicts between…
“Who’s here?” asked George Zamora, the president of record label WEA Latina, as he wrenched backward on his folding chair and squinted at the battery of television cameras perched on two platforms at the back of a conference room in the luxurious Mandarin Oriental hotel. “Channel 23, 51,” shrugged press…
Now that the Latin Grammys are coming to Miami, local politicians have been coy about the likelihood that Cuban artists might perform at the awards ceremony. City of Miami Mayor Joe Carollo coddled his constituency by claiming on Spanish-language radio that secret assurances had been made so no Cuban nationals…
DeFede Takes the BaitAnd Shiver takes the heat: Mayor Alex Penelas’s political strategy — employing a county manager with even fewer ethics than he can claim — is paying off. Jim DeFede is now focused on Steve Shiver, his lies and scams (“A Friend in Need,” April 26). As long…
Nobody knows better than Homestead Mayor Roscoe Warren how badly Steve Shiver has bungled his first two months as county manager. During a March 8 county commission meeting, Shiver sought to undermine the Homestead City Council by informing commissioners they should disregard a city resolution regarding Homestead Air Force Base…
Of all the heartfelt elegies for the Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia, it was fellow traveler Ken Kesey’s that seemed to strike just the right note. “Hey, Jerry, what’s happening?” he breezily wrote shortly after Garcia’s August 1995 death. “I caught your funeral. Weird.” Weird indeed. It’s almost too easy to…
Two Countries, Two Flags, One OppressorClose but no (Cuban) cigar: The flag depicted in the background of Kathy Glasgow’s cover story last week (“Voice of a Nation,” April 26) is that of Puerto Rico, not Cuba. The flags are identical in design except that the blue and red are reversed…
When 34 heads of state met in Quebec City this past weekend to plot the Free Trade Area of the Americas (FTAA), 25,000 protesters raised a racket. Activists marched, threw rocks, and rushed police barricades. There was no rock-throwing here when the FTAA talks began in Miami at the 1994…
Read “Sex and the Single Raver, Part 1” An intense game of naked Twister is the best way to describe the scene unfolding inside the bathroom of the South Beach nightclub People’s Lounge. Technically speaking, Monica Mayhem and Joey Ray are having sex. And if director Kris Kramski — wielding…
JFK and the CIA: We Didn’t Do ItAllow me to repeat that we were not part of any conspiracy: I read with much interest Jefferson Morley’s fact-filled article on the Revolutionary Student Directorate (DRE) and the assassination of President John F. Kennedy “Revelation 19.63,” April 12). For the record no…
Sooner or later a symbol as sacred as little Elian Gonzalez is bound to be mangled by some punk kid. Enter sixteen-year-old George Rodriguez of Newport Gestapo. Never mind that Rodriguez is the grandson of Guillermo Rodriguez Feiffe, Cuban composer of standards such as “La Negra Tomasa.” Never mind that…
Steve Shiver grew up in a family where he was made to feel he could do no wrong. He was his mother’s pride and joy, and the one chosen not only to carry his father’s name but also to follow in his political footsteps. Roy Stephen Shiver — known to…
Read “Sex and the Single Raver, Part 2” “I couldn’t believe the attention I got by putting on a little ten-dollar tank top,” marvels Lisa Garcia. “Suddenly I was at the top of the line, the A list in Miami.” The teeny top in question may have simply had the…
I Used to Get Wasted, but Now It’s My Life That’s WastedTwenty years as an addict taught me a few things: Regarding Kathy Glasgow’s article “My Name Is Victor, and I’m a Jailbird” (April 5), I can speak from experience. I have twenty years’ experience as an active addict, eleven…
Be careful driving through North Miami between dusk and dawn later this month; you might get caught in a stranger’s dream. At least that’s what Gustavo Matamoros, director of the Thirteenth Subtropics New Music Festival, hopes will happen. Sound-crafter Matamoros joined visual artist Shahreyar Ataie in the installation Dreams Gathered,…
Mayco Villafaña is a decent man who has been communications director for Miami-Dade County for the past two and a half years. “Mayco always personified integrity and honesty when he worked for me,” says former County Manager Merrett Stierheim, who also worked with Villafaña for years at the Greater Miami…
Miscreant Miami A few bad cops, many good cops: I had to write after hearing that officers at the Miami Police Department’s north district substation felt demoralized because of Tristram Korten’s article “Under Suspicion” (March 1). I also write as a former Miami Police Department lieutenant and as a sergeant…
Orixa, the rock-reggae-ska band from San Francisco (not to be confused with the hip-hop-son outfit Orisha from Paris), is coming to Miami, and nothing can stop them. That much is clear after the group’s appearance at last month’s SXSW music conference in Austin, Texas. With Orixa’s photo on the back…
It’s not exactly a page out of the Vidal Sassoon hair-care manual, but it works. “Elmer’s glue,” explains Karl Michaels when asked for the secret to maintaining his spiky ‘do, an array of bright blue foot-high pointy cones. “I leave it in for four or five days, and it holds…
If You See Her Comin’, Better Step AsideHeaven help the fool who crosses Estrella Rubio: Jacob Bernstein’s story about Cuban political activist Estrella Rubio (“The Autumn of the Matriarch,” March 22) shocked me, in part because I met her just two weeks ago at a radio station. I saw this…
The flights from Houston to Austin are delayed by bad weather, and the concourse is packed with weary musicians. Against one wall, four leather-clad Japanese with identical shag haircuts stand amid a pile of guitars. “We are C-o-c-o-o-n P-i-t,” spells out Xiro, the lead singer. Communicating mainly in sign language,…
