Nobody's allowed to admit that they have fun at Miami Basel. Usually it's all, "Oh god, what a decadent waste of time, you can't see the art for all the partying parvenues," this year, like everything else, it's Just Not The Same Because Of The Economy.
Of course, try floating the idea that if you don't like it then maybe you shouldn't go. Now that's insanity.
Art fairs are so the suckers can have a party; most buying and selling still goes on in back rooms of galleries.
And this is good news for young artists who wouldn't get in Art Basel anyway because collectors still want to collect, they just are going to look for people whose work might get big. Same thing happenend in the early '90s.
(No joke, here, just being servicey. I sold $3,000 in Difficult Art this year and I don't even have a gallery.)
For those of you who won't be able to make it down to my lovely neck of the woods for this year's Art Basel, allow me me to summarize what you'll be missing:
Traffic, assholes, douchebags and old farts (native and imported). Loads of stupidity, plenty of attitude and nowhere to park. Also, bad service and mean people everywhere.
@bytememehard: Dude, Miami these days makes NYC look like, I don't know, Burlington Vermont or Dubuque Iowa, in the asshole/bad attitude department. I shit you not. New York City if where I go when I need a break from all the douchebags and ignorant asswipes that populate the Sunshine State.
@Vela: Yeah. I've been living down here going on six years and the closest I've ever gotten to going to an Art Basel event is spending 45 minutes driving through a two blocks long cluster-fuck of traffic in the Design District on my way home from work.
Let me know when you figure out how to get out of here, 'cause I'll join you.
@CodePink: If I were given a croissant, an egg, and a strip of bacon without utensils, I'd pull into the parking spot closest to the drive-thru window to make sure the BK employees didn't forget my French Toast Sticks.
@Nard: and then my lover would bury me in a ton of rose petals which weighs just as much as a ton of bricks but is more beautiful and lovely like my love is more beautiful than my hate but is as powerful.
@CodePink: And then, six months later, your lover and I will unearth you and encrust you in a shell of papier-mâché made from Bazooka Joe bubble gum wrappers and my saliva and we'll pose you like Willem Dafoe from his death scene in Platoon reaching to heaven and I will want to call it/you "Pink Death Prayer" and your lover will want to call it "Death Prayer Pink" so we will duel with pistols at dawn and I will win, but be rendered brain dead, so it/you will be known for eternity as "Untitled."
@shortburstwritingtalent: You're good at this game, too! P.S. You really can't hurt my feelings. I sort of already know that I'm fat. And also who you are. So tada!
Ugh, I watched this shit shack for the first time last night and was horrified by everyone. But then I remembered you need to have an IQ of 65 and an ability to self-loathe while passively attacking anyone within a 12 foot radius of you to be in fashion.
I would have appreciated it more if when they canned Danielle, they just told her it was because she was fat.
If you hate it so much, why do you watch it? And please, don't give me the "it's so bad it's fun" routine. Anything bad is just ... bad. There aren't enough hours in the day to waste time on crap.
I really wanted to like Danielle and I was rooting for her, but her incessant mouth breathing was driving me nuts so I wish her the best and pray she learns to close her mouth.
Katie... looking in the ceiling mirror to check her lipgloss was pure gold. She's wretched, yes, but she's also semi-entertaining.
Greasy Meghan... I still haven't figured out the mystery of her "dewiness". Once again her eyeliner was creeping down her face as her saturated hair hung limply over her shoulder. I'll bet her clothes smell.
Does it bother anyone else that Anne Slowey can't walk in heels?
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Of course, try floating the idea that if you don't like it then maybe you shouldn't go. Now that's insanity.
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And this is good news for young artists who wouldn't get in Art Basel anyway because collectors still want to collect, they just are going to look for people whose work might get big. Same thing happenend in the early '90s.
(No joke, here, just being servicey. I sold $3,000 in Difficult Art this year and I don't even have a gallery.)
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Traffic, assholes, douchebags and old farts (native and imported). Loads of stupidity, plenty of attitude and nowhere to park. Also, bad service and mean people everywhere.
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God, I can't wait to get out of this state.
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Let me know when you figure out how to get out of here, 'cause I'll join you.
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I thought it was beauty that could save the world.
Probably not too much of that on display there.
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This is now: Fresh Hell.
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This is now: The Ass Age.
That was then: The Lost Generation.
This is now: The Faust Generation.
That was then: Greed is Good.
This is now: Feed is Good.
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haha. I used to do this too sometimes:
HEADLINE: BREAKING! MEATLOAF IS DRY, AND DAD IS FARTY TODAY.
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I would have appreciated it more if when they canned Danielle, they just told her it was because she was fat.
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Katie... looking in the ceiling mirror to check her lipgloss was pure gold. She's wretched, yes, but she's also semi-entertaining.
Greasy Meghan... I still haven't figured out the mystery of her "dewiness". Once again her eyeliner was creeping down her face as her saturated hair hung limply over her shoulder. I'll bet her clothes smell.
Does it bother anyone else that Anne Slowey can't walk in heels?
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