As if pioneering specialty coffee in Miami weren’t enough, the proprietors of Panther Coffee are two of the nicest people you’ll meet and good Wynwood neighbors to boot. Their reward? A slathering of a tar-like substance across their building’s facade. One simple question: Why? Ponder it while having a cup of coffee there this week.
Photographer Robby Campbell took this shot at the Radiolab Live: In The Dark performance at the Fillmore Miami Beach on Wednesday night. “An exploration of the dawn of sight and the evolution of the human eye”, the performance was a collaboration between WNYC radio hosts Jad Abumrad and Robert Krulwich, comedian Demetri Martin, musician Thao Nguyen, and the dance troupe Pilobolus. This photo is of a moment late in the performance when the audience held up small, bright lights while a pre-recorded astronaut described his riveting experience in the unfathomable dark of space. To see the image in wide format, click it.
I photographed this little rascal at the Sketchy Miami pop-up at Big Night in Little Haiti on Nov. 18. To see more Pix, visit beachedmiami.com/pix. You can also follow my incessant instagramming on the Twitter.
A picture is said to be worth a 1000 words, but now and again a picture defies words entirely. Exhibit A: I encountered this head-scratcher on the bottom floor of my apartment building. It appears to be an enormous red clown wig, discarded at the foot of my neighbor’s doorstep for God knows what reason. I’m at a loss with this one. My mind goes to depraved places for an explanation, but maybe the explanation doesn’t involve an Eyes Wide Shut meets It orgy. Maybe I simply share a building with an especially hard-working clown, some Bozo who loosens his bow-tie and shakes off his giant red wig in the hallway before coming home to an empty apartment and a full glass of whiskey. Sometimes you just have to leave your work at the front door, right? Here’s hoping, because I might also be living 25 feet above John Wayne Gacy’s biggest fan. Does this building have a crawlspace? Shit, I think so. Gulp.
Got any more comforting theories?
If you got pulled over by this, you’d probably feel a little better about the ticket (pre-inflation adjustment). Now, I don’t know a carburetor from a seat belt, so I can’t tell you anything about this car. The driver’s door says “City of Miami Beach Police 1955″ (see below), but I would swear the mechanic who drove it out of the body shop behind my building said it was a 1952 model. Either way, now we know what inspired Ike to build the highways.
So, I’m on the corner outside of Churchill’s last night when wooosh — suddenly my beer’s ten degrees warmer. Yes, randomly encountering a fire breather practicing firing breathing in the alley outside of a crowded bar is a quintessential “Only in Miami” moment, but more accurately it is a “Brought to you by Churchill’s” moment. Seriously, at/in/near what other venue in the city would the sight of someone gargling lamp oil and blowing a kevlar wick into a Bowser fireball not seem utterly random? This is the same place rented out, I’ve heard, for occasional daytime porno filmings. The same place that boasts an enormous portrait of Winston Churchill’s frowning, flushed punim in the middle of Little Haiti. Point being, I wasn’t that surprised. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time in the bar’s 31 grimy years that a band decided Churchill’s was the perfect place to finally incorporate fire poi into its act. I didn’t see the show (I was next door for Can’t Stop’s CD release party at Sweat), so I can only hope the place isn’t a smoldering pile of ash right now. Though burning down in a spectacular conflagration would be the only fitting way for an illustrious temple of punk and puke to go.
Last night I walked over to New World Symphony’s new Miami Beach campus and found the mega projector in Soundscape, a 2.5 acre public park with a really bad name, beaming a series of images onto the 7,000-square-foot plaster wall of the Frank Gehry-designed concert hall.
I believe each slide consisted of the “shards” of images of the campus under construction as if frozen in mid shatter (but maybe someone spiked my vitamin water). The image resolution was incredible, and watching concerts and films in Soundscape should pretty much rule. (NB: The first “Wallcast” is this Friday night, free of charge.)
Last night’s slideshow did not transition smoothly from image to image (à la your typical Mac fade-and-zoom photo slideshow) but in a measured, slowly-turning-gear kind of way. For the hell of it, I took a series of photos of the projection wall as the images cycled and decided to try to duplicate the effect with an animated .gif, something I’d never made before. (Again, I suspect the water.) You can check out the result after the jump, as we have a strict policy against moving objects on our front page.
I snapped this about an hour ago. A burger puts me out too, but dang. Incidentally, the two dining under the umbrella were not the only “obliviants”. There was a table of blondes eating off to the left and a cop car with its lights on down the street.
Encountered on Northbound I-95 just before the Ives Dairy Road exit at 2 a.m. this morning. My second sighting of a car giving up the ghost in surreal fashion in ten days (see “Crash Cab”).
Saw this downtown on my way home from Transit Lounge earlier. It was exactly midnight and the roads were deserted. Not sure how it happened or if the driver survived, but the grim and grinning bystanders looked like a gallows-comedy troupe. Another car had crashed into a building across the street. Pretty stark scene.