Art Basel Miami: Day 2

We’ll tow the party line and say that Art Basel Miami’s main attraction is the art. And to be fair, most attendees put on a good show, making the rounds at the various exhibits, even if it feels a bit like Sunday morning church. Thankfully, the numerous satellite art fairs—i.e. NADA, Pulse, Scope—tend to ward off the Golden Girl set and attract a livelier bunch. During our obligatory daytime tour, we spotted Viktor & Rolf perusing the sexy graphite drawings of L.A.-based artist Yuval Pudik; mega-hunk Lorenzo Martone browsing through a few nudes (perhaps looking for a suitable wedding present?); and CFDA-nominated jewelry designer Monique Pean giggled girlishly in her Balmain jacket. Even Rachel Zoe’s comic-relief assistants, Taylor and Brad, made an appearance. Color us cynical, but we’re still unsure of Taylor’s commitment to collecting, especially with sunglasses that never come off.


But let’s face it, the real raison d’être is the parties. First up today was Interview’s cocktail hour at the Mondrian, sponsored by LVMH. The usual suspects were crammed into the mezzanine, huddling around a beaming Fabien Baron, including Terence Koh, Javier Perez, Jefferson Hack, The Misshapes and Peter Brant (who might be looking to replace some of his Stephanie Seymour-themed art collection). We ran into Ryan McGinley, who says his upcoming show at Team Gallery will be a departure from his previous work. “I’ve also been in Utah. I’ve been shooting for the Winter Olympics,” he confided with his usual sunny disposition, “and I got Rodarte to make me the outfits. It looks crazy!”

Next up: Nike Stages at O.H.W.O.W., which was so far from Miami Beach that we were beginning to wonder if we were crossing state lines. The fete justified the remote location, with its artist collaborations from the likes of KAWS and Tom Sachs that drew art-world heavyweights Richard Phillips, Jeffrey Deitch and Larry Gagosian.

Then it was back to civilization at the Delano, which served as the de facto French headquarters, with its basement temporarily hosting the infamous after-hours Le Baron, where Andre, Lionel, Olivier and company held court. We danced in a sea of familiar faces, which for some reason reminded us that we should star sharing more cabs.

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