Miami was humid and hectic and overwhelming. Saw some sick art, even better acts, and stayed in the swankiest hotel ever, but I was very glad to be back home. Around real people. And not in high heels.
A collection of ideas, musings, stuff I think is cool or fucking bizarre, and general painfully haphazard notions I tend to come across or develop in my quest to find the best news in the world of contemporary art for my real job.