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.