In a potentially disastrous move I didn’t realize I was making until it was too late, I took my fellow travelers to the Rubell Family Gallery in Miami’s Design District. It was all part of the plan to remove them from the everyday, get them to think differently and draw inspiration from other cultural sources. The exhibits were so provocative that I can’t really write about them yet (and those who know, know why) but I will post about the experience soon. I will just say that the particular exhibits we were shown were created by artists who decided to use sex as a way to express themselves…
The design district is still a bit edgy as it undergoes revitalization, so I thought to myself while wandering around - if I lived here, this is the neighborhood I would buy in because it’s got to be really cheap. I later learned that as Miami begins to supplant New York as the place where international artists show their work first and/or exclusively, it's actually some of the most expensive real estate in town. We weaved in and out of galleries and furniture stores like Fendi Casa, where I coveted everything (this was clearly an aspirational outing for me as I learned that my taste is way more expensive than I thought). Even if you cannot afford anything, it is worth a visit for so many reasons - the brand, the design, the quality of fabric, the colors. And thankfully the sales manager who chatted with us was gorgeous, making everyone forget all about what they had just seen at Rubell.
I had a good dose of envy on this particular visit. New Yorkers feel that they have an edge over other cities because we think New York is where the cream of the crop is, especially when it comes to design and international style (and food). In Miami, I could feel the rug being pulled out from underneath us.
check out the Miami art blog / photo by Kaitlin Yapchaian