Give former supermodel Janice Dickinson points for a sense of humor. In her new tell-all memoir No Lifeguard On Duty, the enfant terrible of the late-Seventies fashion world writes: “Models are supposed to be dumb, right? But most of us can actually walk and talk and snort coke at the…
Son, When I Was Your Age… We smoked dope all day, got laid every night, and really really dug the revolution: So I read John Lombardi’s bit on Hunter Thompson and Rolling Stone (“Smiling Through the Apocalypse,” August 22). I take serious offense. First off, how can he talk about…
I think there’s a lot of misconceptions about what goes on at Crescent Moon. I’ve heard about people who’ve been unhappy and moved on, but you rarely hear about the people like me who are happy to work there. I’ve been with Emilio for ten years. I started out as…
Something Is Rotten in the City of Miami Specifically in its police department — and I should know: As one of your most loyal readers, I must say that rarely has an article stirred my emotions as much as Tristram Korten’s “Travail to the Chief” (August 22). After reading it…
Universal language. Universal language. Now that Music Fest Miami appears to be here to stay — a solid annual event — it’s time to trot out the old truism again. Nothing brings people together like music. Just to put the old adage to the test, Shake conducted a brief survey…
Harris Meyer from the Business Review and I were sitting in the leafy part of Piccadilly Garden in the Design District the other night, swatting those big, floaty Miami mosquitos, sloshing ourselves with Bass, and telling journalism war stories. I led with “How I Brought Hunter Thompson to Rolling Stone,”…
My Doggie Tale o’ Woe I told it to a judge who agreed with me: Thanks very much for Mike Clary’s “Puppy Dog Tales” (August 15). I read it with great interest. You see, two years ago I purchased what was represented to be a healthy, purebred English bulldog from…
South Beach isn’t exactly known as a literary mecca, making the standing-room-only crowd inside Lincoln Road’s Books & Books this July evening all the more eyebrow-raising. But then Nick McDonell, the bookstore’s guest of honor, isn’t your typical literary wunderkind. Forget the tweed and horn-rimmed glasses. With his artfully tousled…
Yes, All the World’s a Stage But that doesn’t mean Miami is London: Ronald Mangravite’s commentary on the dearth of theater in Miami was undoubtedly well-intentioned, but his suggestion that the solution lies in making Miami more like other cities that have lots of theater is simplistic, to say the…
If you come down to the river/Betcha gonna find some people who live/You don’t have to worry/Cause you have no money/People along the river are happy to give Park at Tobacco Road and walk down the little hill alongside Associated Photo to Café Nostalgia. Or spring for a Nostalgia valet…
There’s a specter haunting South Beach. Actually it’s just haunting two people: Danny and Tanya, a pair of delicate-looking Cabaret-style blonds affectionately known to their fellow clubland habitués as “the witches.” Given that this threat takes the form of Wanda, one of our burg’s most notorious drag queens, there’s ample…
Wanted: Selfless Public Servants Must be impervious to blunt trauma: Bravo to Rebecca Wakefield and her article about Merrett Stierheim (“Midterm Exam,” August 7). Stierheim is perhaps the hardest-working, least-intimidated, and most upbeat person in South Florida. I would add “one of the smartest,” but you really have to wonder:…
Everything about Substance Recordings is impressive. The snazzy, ultramodern Website. The stark CD cover art. The swank Collins Avenue office. The penetrating gaze and intelligent patter of label head Greg Chin — a striking Chinese-Jamaican transplant who also happens to be the electronic indie’s principal artist, a.k.a. Stryke. The Kingston-born…
Enron, WorldCom … Billboardlive? Amidst a wave of recent staff departures and murmurs of cash-flow difficulties, the mood inside the beleaguered South Beach club is jittery, according to employees both past and present. Of course, intimations of “creative” accounting are nothing new at Billboardlive — they’ve dogged the $20 million,…
Become a Dancer in Three Easy Steps Pump some iron, add some silicone, climb into a cage: After reading Ashley Fantz’s article about nightclub dancers (“Dancing for Dollars,” July 25), I understand why the public in general has such a misconception of dancers. I am a dancer and belong to…
At the newly remodeled warehouse on the banks of the Miami River, a clamp-on construction lamp lights the way up dusty stairs to the nightclub of Pepe Horta’s dreams. When the silver-haired host extraordinaire moved his beloved little Cuban dive — the original Café Nostalgia — from Eighth Street to…
What’s that Little Bird Doing in My Soup? Ummm…the backstroke? Mike Clary has written a great report on the situation surrounding the Cape Sable seaside sparrow and Everglades restoration (“God’s Eye on the Sparrow,” July 18). Those federal agencies and private groups comprising the South Florida Ecosystem Restoration Task Force…
Staging a comeback on the same MTV screen that spurred Teen Pop Mania, Ozzy Osbourne not only officially buried the bubblegum phenomenon, he brought back to life the roots of rock and roll. It’s strange enough that the man to revive rock in the 21st Century is a symbol of…
Officer, Arrest That Republican And charge him with holding schoolchildren hostage: Regarding Rebecca Wakefield’s article about schools superintendent Merrett Stierheim and wealthy businessman Joe Arriola (“Bleeding Stierheim,” July 4), I think it is criminal that Republicans like state Rep. Ralph Arza are trying to destroy the Miami-Dade County public schools…
The camera is trained on two young men holding a Haitian flag. They wear Haitian-flag bandannas, Haitian-flag T-shirts, and Haitian-flag shorts. The girl standing between them whips the Haitian flag up and down to the beat of “Dance Muthafucka!” — the urban club anthem by local rappers Southern Affiliate that…
Porn For All Why limit it to mere images? I give a wholehearted two fists up to the idea of the porn industry relocating to South Beach, which Brett Sokol announces is a real possibility (“The XXXstasy Biz,” June 27). Instead of the shallowness currently on display in this sexually…
The last thing Luis Goecoechea planned to do was play in another Latin band. Never mind that he heard nothing but the likes of Orquesta Aragon, Machito, and Chico O’Farrill when he was growing up. “My father would put on his records and say, •I want to hear you sing…
