On Saturday, Oct. 1, Miami’s zombies’ parents brought their children to South Beach for their annual stroll up and down Lincoln Road. Beached Miami star reporter Robby Campbell was on the scene to make sure this crucial tradition didn’t suffer the indignity of a media blackout. Plus, he was lonely.
Many thanks to videographer-editor Francisco Moraga for risking a bite to the throat to make this piece. It is the first of two ghoulish videos we will be presenting in the lead-up to the Sketchy Halloween Party at Awarehouse on Saturday, Oct. 29. (RSVP on Facebook.) In case you were wondering, the event is 21+, so, sadly, none of the Lincoln Road zombies will be there.
The digital tower on Lincoln Road read 48 degrees in the early afternoon today. Ever the intrepid photog, I donned earmuffs and a Gore-tex parka and ventured out into the forbidding frost to capture Miami dressed in its winter’s best (again). This is what I saw.
Vivian Girls lead singer and guitarist Cassie Ramone rocking Gemma Lounge for Miami Music Festival.
One of the few acts in the Miami Music Festival with a broad audience, the Brooklyn-based Vivian Girls put on a solid show last night at Gemma Lounge on Lincoln Road. As at every MMF show I attended this year (Cafeina on Thursday night, Tobacco Road and Bardot on Friday night), the crowd was too small for the room and, in this case, too small for the band. But I have already parsed MMF’s issues, and with the festival winding down I am not going to dwell on them much more. If it hopes to join the ranks of SXSW (its benchmark), CMJ, et cetera, MMF must 1) book a headliner whose latest hit was within the last ten years (i.e. not the Spin Doctors); 2) showcase Miami’s best musicians; and 3) get the city excited about (or at least cognizant of) the festival. Accomplishing #2 would go a long way toward taking care of #3. As for #1, this is Miami: I’m sure someone with a career in front of him could be persuaded to spend a weekend on South Beach. (James Murphy seemed to like it here.)
I do realize that, in only its second year, MMF had little chance of achieving greatness. No one should have expected that, and my own asking around suggests that almost no one did. But Miami should expect the festival that bears and profits from its name to get better. That starts with making it part of MMF’s stated mission to showcase more local talent. It starts, let’s hope, next year.
This weekend the temperature dipped below 75 degrees, and in Miami that’s called winter. As you can see in these photos, taken on Lincoln Road, the populace dressed accordingly (except for the last guy, who had a different strategy for staying warm).
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In search of the black breast of the New World, we shimmied over to the Raleigh Hotel last night for Gatsby Gone Goth. Eventually we left to take in Lincoln Road, which resembled Lincoln Road on any other busy night but with a few more self-styled Chilean miners and precisely one more six-foot inflatable penis. Here are some photos from the excursion.
Today at the Antique & Collection Market, a biweekly market on Lincoln Road which started on Oct. 10 and will run through early May, I encountered a dark Halloween spirit among the faded costumes and patinated wares. Exhibit A: This rhinestone arachno-cuff.
Near sundown tonight, the dead rose from their graves across Miami and stalked over to Lincoln Road to terrorize the beautiful with their untanned bodies. We have the photos to prove it. Hide the children.
Besides having one helluva surname, Raymond Jungles also led the project to redesign the stretch of promenade in front of 1111 Lincoln Road, the new concrete-and-glass parking garage by Herzog & de Meuron. According to Jungles’ site, the goal was to transform the area into an “urban glade” in line with Morris Lapidus’ original vision. (Lapidus redesigned Lincoln Road in 60s.)
Whatever an “urban glade” is, Jungles certainly transformed the stretch of Lincoln Road between Alton and Lenox. Here are two cool sketches for the project from Jungles’ site, the first of which somehow reminds me of a surrealist diagram of some grimy bodily function.