Art Basel-come and gone. The freaks, the geeks, and the pretentious dweebs from out of town have left. Not that they were a bad thing. I’d enjoyed them. Three-fourths of the enjoyment I procure from Art Basel Miami is simply from the people watching. And it’s not really just the naked people gallivanting around, calling attention to themselves, and calling it art. No. It was the people who dressed up in balloon costumes and walked around the Design District.
It was the two old Chinese women wearing matching black fur coats, a round fur hat with one white feather sticking up in the front, and ostentatious make-up with eye liner that curled from the slope of the end of their eyes all the way to their cheek bones into Twilight Zone swirls.
And there was color to the people. The kinds of people that came out were aficionados of subjectivity and design – combined. Therefore these people sported styles probably unseen around this coughing globe. Unique parfait shaped hats and criss-crossed, mix-matching rags scattered throughout the streets of Miami as if they’d bathed in Home Depot’s spilt paint section.
It was beautiful.
Art Basel is one of two of my favorite seasons in Miami. The other is mango season. Oh, and then there’s lychee season. But those are not in discussion.
So. Art Basel – Free booze. Free art. How can one go wrong?