Welcome to Paradise with @VanityFair, Beca Takes on #ArtBasel
Tonight, I headed out for a night in Miami worthy of a good outfit. First stop, the Belvedere(Red) Vanity Fair party hosted at the MOCA. During the party, North Miami saw its fair share of flashing lights and well dressed fems in heels, who desperately tried not to fall on their asses in the grassy backyard of the museum after a few vodka cocktails.
The event celebrated an exhibition by video artist Bill Viola, who is known for creating installations that explore some heavy subjects like birth and death. I know I’m supposed to act like I give a shit about art, but unless it falls under the masters, fashion or pop categories, I find most of what’s considered modern to exist in an “I don’t give a fuck” category.
After a quick photoshoot outside the museum, I headed to the opening of Serafina in South Beach. Promised unlimited Prosecco, the invite did not disappoint. Making our way through the crowd, navigating the troop of drunk dancing women who were trying so hard to catch the eye of any eligible bachelor worthy of a fuck, I found a quiet corner, and sat down to enjoy a truffle pizza, one of my favorite things to order at Serefina NYC. The drums kept beating and my eye fixated on an art piece on the wall, a giant LOVE rendered in sign language behind the DJ booth. , perfectly appropriate, and worthy of my own wall in my apartment.
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Tomorrow, we BBQ with Chanel.
OUTFIT: Original Penguin sweater | Helmut Lang skirt | Sam Edelman wedges | Reed Krakoff Boxer bag