Our Kind: Art Basel-ish 2014

Art Basel finally arrived last week to Miami and every single person seemed to be going there, and trying to find parking. Sadly, that made me not able to go to the Convention Center which is normally my first choice of where to go. But, same as last year, so many other spots were filled with art and people that the Basel leaked throughout Miami. I attended Friday and Saturday, both days getting really fucking good dinner and hanging out with my boyfriends friend from college, Wyatt Mills, who's a great painter and if you have the time, his stuff should really be checked out. Aside from that, there was some filled, no room to blink bar hopping, Wynwood strolling, and a lot of bumper to bumper "driving". I honestly didn't get the chance to enjoy pretty much any art besides what was on the insides of Basel House which consisted of Barack Obama art that a most likely highly inebriated girl was dancing on while a crowd of bystanders recorded her, watching through their cracked screens, cracking their devious smiles. It was, eh, not the happiest of times. But ran into my boy, Rasheed, who snapped a quick Polaroid of Andrew and me. Best part was finding this large, Factory-esque tile that I'm going to do some DIY project with for my room. It ended up being more of a hanging out in Miami weekend where the population count quadrupled but ended nicely at Wyatt's Airbnb pad in South Beach that was a perfect spot to wake up at.