Why I won't be blogging about Basel
It's not that I have anything against the massive art festival....I take that back, I kinda do. I have always been pretty excited about the week long affair of overpriced priced art, yuppie Euro's and New Englanders and free booze and hors d'oeuvres but this year I have had absolutely no care whatsoever. Why is that you ask? I don't know, it's been eating me up inside for weeks now.
I suppose the main reason is I can't stand the pseudo artsy crowd. That includes myself, which is why I can't stand them. One of the most annoying things to me is seeing that wannabe critic hold his/her fist under their chin and speculate about shit like, "Hmm how interesting, notice the colors and roundiness of the objects". Fuck that. You and I are both here to meet hot people and booze, and possibly have dirty unprotected sex in a Wynwood alley in the back of a
smart car Honda Fit. Let's stop being pretentious and admit that the only reason we Miamians tolerate the influx of high chined yups is the chance for new sexual exploits with people we will likely never see again, and liquor. Tons of liquor. Tons of free liquor. So I won't be out during Art Basel, nor will I write anything else about it. I'm taking a stand for all us people who thinks high culture is like a hooker in Overtown, overpriced and ugly.