Thursday, April 17, 2014

Miami Beach Gay Pride Parade




The Stonewall Riots
In the summer of 1969, the New York gay activist movement was born when a group of gay New Yorkers made a stand against raiding police officers at The Stonewall Inn, a popular gay bar in the Village. In those days, gay bars were regularly raided by the police. But on June 27, 1969, the patrons of The Stonewall Inn had had enough...” (About.com – Manhattan, NY)


Well that was 45 years ago and the social consciousness has definitely broadened. Gay marriage and providing for gay partners has become legally available throughout much of the country. Stonewall is now celebrated by parades rather than angry confrontations.




Wilton Manors (see pic) is in Fort Lauderdale and will host the timely (June) parade commemorating Stonewall but Miami Beach has scheduled April for its Gay Pride Parade. And it is one of, if not THE, event of the year. The festivities start on Friday night and of course flows into the wee hours. LGBTQ or Gender and Sexual Diversity reign as the themes for this extravaganza.



Our small group of four started out on Belle Isle and picked up two more at Lincoln Road and headed for Ocean Drive to meet our last member. However there seemed to be a few more people gathering:




Chris went up and down the street looking for the high heel race but it seems that it would not be run this year. He did catch sight of the forming of the parade as they awaited the 12:00 clock start. Some bounders jumped out with microphones and claimed that fire and brimstone awaited most of the participants and they should repent. We all found ourselves wishing that the opening group of lesbian motorcycle riders (Dykes on Bikes) would catch up to them and imprint some serious tread. They soon fled anyway and the festivities were well on their way.

To the literal world (do I mean that literally?) gay is equivalent to fun and the floats imparted that message:






Then there were those who were a bit left of “Whoopee” on the fun spectrum. In some cases the PG rating was in question:


And then there was some serious skin:


It is Miami Beach you know and the weather demands it.



Striking characters abounded. There was your black Adonis:



The groupings were quite eclectic:


and one must say inventive:


We had positioned ourselves across the street from “The Palace” on Ocean Drive. It is on the corner opposite the Hotel Victor and as night establishes itself so do the female personators at The Palace. They drift through the street and sidewalk crooning, flirting and entertaining the tourist crowd. The cabaret had placed a podium outside on the sidewalk and a hostess to entertain their party crowd. This is Division One for this type of entertainment and they do not disappoint.


Midway through the parade the Marshals made an appearance. They would be Gloria Estefan and Kenny Ortega:


An impressive array of paraders included the Miami Beach Police and Fire Departments along with Emergency Squads; many high school Gay/Straight Alliances; University of Miami and Florda International University; the local NBC affiliate; TD Bank; Coca Cola and proud parents holding signs proclaiming their love for their gay children.

There were some who were more memorable than others. A unanimous “Wow!” was awarded to:



One must give front and back perspectives.

Some of us were very much caught up in the fun and frolic:






Well, nobody's head exploded but we sure had a lot of fun. Next year's resolutions include a float for Provincetown partiers and bubble makers. We are all in that rainbow flag somewhere, the exact location not all that important. Peace.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Zeno's Paradox or Close to Closing?

Greetings – it is getting close – the prevalent breeze is details...details... Then what will be the personal punctuation? Is this how a semi-colon feels? Let's not talk about colons or winters.

Paper work is not working at the moment and it is being determined in a meticulous fashion that we:
  • have not run a mortgage-bundling operation during the notorious 1990's;
  • create an environmental hazard in the next ten or twenty years in the back yard;
  • give the two acres we own next door it's own name
  • and procure a defensive secondary wizard in exchange for Kevin(12 years a tenant)

Oh yeah, the details. Eventually the house was listed at a price that generated interest very quickly. If all goes as scheduled, on March 28 the barn will belong to an artist from Vermont (who we have yet to meet) and right of first refusal on the two acres next to it.



Exit from Miami Beach is this coming Tuesday. Carol Dunn and Ken Chorney are coming to the rescue (among others) to bring us home. A concerted effort will be made to clear out the place, cross those t's and dot those i's. Crossing eyes and dotting tees will hopefully be avoided.


Track practice starting on the 24th means possible mixed feelings for this surprise return. Both of us dread the weather but we will have a lot of company. So now I guess we're a little closer...

Monday, January 6, 2014

Art Basel

Greetings – This is an excuse to get writing again. Art Basel actually happened in early December but it is a fine topic for a posting.

The “Basel” in Art Basel is Basel, Switzerland. Forty years ago three art gallerists organized an exhibition of famous, established and rising artists. Within 5 years three hundred exhibitors participated. It quickly became on a par with the Venezia Biennale in the international art world. A little more than 10 years ago it expanded to the Miami area.

Since it was a December event the Baron and Baroness were not previously available for attendance since their Miami Beach arrival was usually scheduled for the new year. With the ‘great leap southward’ this year taking place in November, one of the top priorities was Art Basel.

With the Murphy bed beckoning, Rich and Val were invited to share in the festivities. These two had been instrumental in exposing much of the culture for B&B in the Miami area.

Rumors had been circulating that this would be the last year for the art celebration. In trying to verify the factualness of this claim it became obvious that the organization and distribution about the event was almost haphazard. Finally a local magazine published a comprehensive guide and the group was all set for exploring. It was also ascertained that this would not be the Swan Song.

It was decided that the numerous formal invitations to the opening of the new PAMM (Perez Art Museum of Miami), the VIP party at the convention center and various hotels would have to be ignored due to lack of cachet. This did not prevent the attendance at the public opening in Collins Park.

Sculpture and performance art were the main items. This included the truck from the movie “Duel”:


One very interesting Tug of War (she’s winning effortlessly of course):


There was even a performance piece in a vaulted structure now-become-a-chapel with Catholic confession as the ‘art’ being performed (hmmm).

The next day’s foray was made to “INK”. This is printed-on-paper material of all varieties. It was wonderfully hosted by Suites of Dorchester on Collins Ave:


As you can see this is the courtyard. Visitors wandered from suite to suite with the offerings ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands of dollars. It was an engaging, casual atmosphere with a SOBE ambiance. And, best of all, it was also free!

Concurrently, our own Abondonza von D’Lucci (Katy Richard) was coordinating our meeting a Lafayette, LA artist named Francis Pavy. Francis’ gallery was exhibiting his work and he would be in attendance.

A real artist… be still my palette! The Baron became the contact person.


It was decided that the big bucks would be laid out for the Design Miami and Art Basel exhibitions. Design Miami was essentially interior design which included an entire house on display in the showroom (maintaining its interior qualification). Of particular curiosity was a, at first, familiar grandfather clock. Upon waiting a moment, the image of a man of modest age appeared behind the frosty clock face and observers were regaled with his erasing the current hands of the clock and the redrawing of new ones depicting the current time:


On the hour he ‘drew’ the new time and then produced a small hammer and struck a bell above the clockface. We were told there would be a cup of coffee drunk at an appropriate hour. Of course there was a partner Grandmother Clock. Too cool.

Val found some appropriate furniture:




Art Basel was our next destination. This was the convention center itself and it would be where we would meet Francis. Given the fact that there were several acres of exhibition space at the center, it did not take too long for rendezvous. The art was overwhelming; essentially a modern Uffizi. The best part was getting Francis’ impressions and discussing our own.

Eventually it was decided to call it a day and home for dinner. Francis joined the crew as they partook of a feast concocted by Richie. Prior to their arrival, the request had gone out for sheets of pasta to be obtained on a given day. Gini successfully found Mr. Pasta on 73rd st in the Normandy Isle area. Richie bravely rented a Miami Deco bike and wended his way up the island and survived to return with sheets safely stowed.


Note the impressive presentation.

Francis agreed to meet with his gallery owner over in Miami at the Art Miami portion of the extravaganza. With fluid southern charm he announced our VIP status and produced passes for Art Miami and a couple of other events.

At times it was hard to tell what the organizational differences were among Art Basel, Art Miami and other large scale exhibits. However, one was guaranteed to find something interesting in all of the venues.

Francis’ work did not disappoint:


This picture was copied from his Arthur Rogers gallery site (http://arthurrogergallery.com/artists/francis-x-pavy/). Recommended is a perusal of http://www.pavy.com. Arthur, himself, was introduced to us as Francis continued to charm and enlighten. A nice night at Balan’s provided the site of our adieu to the Atchafalayan artist. Laissez les bons temps rouler.

The Wynwood art district was the next destination. This is located very close to the Art Miami site and sits between Midtown Miami and Little Havana. Ordinarily a destination of its own sans Art Basel, the neighborhood was dynamically engaged with the festival’s itinerary. Mural artists in mid-spray abounded. Richie did a fabulous job capturing the flavor with his camera and okayed the viewing of the following shots. Thank you muchly.

Of course the foray began with a photographic gallery. Votes were entered as to personal favorites before venturing out to other galleries. There was art from Africa, Asia, South America, local, extra-terrrestial, well…maybe not extra-terrestial.

Richie took an interesting approach in that he would capture the art, yes, but more so the artist and the environment.

There was a PB&J food truck to give credibility to the import of the day:


There were “pop-up” items such as a gallery in a free lot space:


or an instant hat shop:




Then there is the media:





This section of Miami has become one of our favorite spots. It has incredible ambiance:


It is alive with sensibilities that vibrate with life, passion and compassion.

Done hours after his death:


Peace be to us all.

The area does announce itself:



Should you be in the area that café is highly recommended (Wynwood Kitchen and Bar Food).



Watching them all work was a treat since it is serendipitous when you come visit Wynwood outside of Art Basel week.

The men:







Performing art?


The women:









Then there is someone we called The Master:
 

















Certain shots were just a capture of unique moments discerned by the observer and our Mr. Beaubien has quite a good eye:






Of course we had to succumb to the allure of owning our own art. Francis was our first choice. Negotiations are going well but this may not be the right moment for such a serious purchase. So the next best choice was to bargain with “Captain Phil” in a sandlot pop-up gallery. His initial two hundred dollar proposal for the work on cardboard was halved and the five foot by five and a half foot piece was secured. Gini, Rich and Val were insecured as there was no room for anything but the painting. It was delicately curled and maneuvered into the Element. Chris then had to negotiate Art Basel/Miami rush hour traffic across the Venetian Causeway then home. He could not help but chortle (chortles are like that) at his predicament:

 























Trip number 2 was equally successful as the humans were collected and transported home. After much serious collaboration about the method of display, the living room scenario echoed the aesthetics of the week:



However, there is something to be said about the expansive and perhaps essential nature of South Beach and Miami. This was displayed by a nomadic group whose incipient query must have been, “Where’s the art?”: