On Oct. 16, 2009, James Arauz stabbed my uncle Vincent Pravata more than 20 times in his own home. As Vince’s beloved dog, Gracie, barked and cried, Arauz dragged Vince’s body into the hallway of his house, stole his wallet and then took his girlfriend on a spending spree that included stops at fast food restaurants and an electronics store to buy video games.
“How many events do you have?” New York curator and art consultant Tim Goossens asked Shindigger, as he surveyed our Miami-bound LaGuardia boarding area.
“Hundreds,” Shindigger grunted.
“It’s all a parade,” one veteran gallerist on our flight bemoaned. “The worst are the well-dressed, moneyed types that are desperate for attention from God knows whom. They hide all day until the booze, sex and dance music grab their asses from these clandestine pool bars for another round of tomfoolery. They don’t even look at art!”
Miami has more than once been called an ungovernable city, and, true to form, its museum scene is balkanized and unruly. Private museums run by deep-pocketed contemporary art collectors like the Rubells and the de la Cruzes have dominated the scene in recent years, largely buying work with an eye on the market. The hometown Miami Art Museum, which receives public financing, is just 30 years old and only began acquiring work in 1996. Meanwhile, there are reports that, following the recent failure of a bond referendum for an expansion, North Miami’s Museum of Contemporary Art may leave its current home and merge with South Beach’s Bass Museum of Art, a scattershot museum founded by private collectors 50 years ago. MOCA denies this.
As I write this, I’m about to board a boat with “Lindsay Lohan’s thug,” a.k.a. Ray LeMoine, a guy whose recent press mentions range from face puncher to humanitarian to bar owner. Indeed, over the past few days, Mr. LeMoine has become a tabloid anti-celeb, and we’re on the run.
The first person thanked in the acknowledgments of Tom Wolfe’s new novel, Back to Blood (Little, Brown and Company, 720 pp., $30), a doorstop set in Miami, is that city’s former mayor, Manny Diaz.
Madison Avenue has a new neighbor, one who knows quite a bit about real estate. Developer Don Peebles of the Peebles Corporation has way up, from Miami to the Upper East Side, to open his first office in New York, according to The Real Deal. The developer, considered the largest African-American builder in the country, moved to the big organic apple to build a few buildings.
Castles in the Sand
Everyone had so much fun at The Dutch this summer! We can hardly remember what sun is like, what with the never-ending rain, but during that warmer season the city flocked to Andrew Carmellini’s new SoHo restaurant for plentiful seafood and cocktails, not to mention the wistful old-turned-new ambiance. Sam Sifton called it Read More
So much for Karl Lagerfeld’s Dubai dream. Like many things in the Emirate, it has proven too good to be true, falling victim to the city’s collapse. Like the hundreds if not thousands of projects that have been abandoned before it, all that remains of the Isla Moda is its otherworldly renderings.
As The Read More
The alleged architect of an $880-million Ponzi scheme may have copped to the charge, The Associated Press reports.
According to prosecutors, Nevin Shapiro, the man behind already suspicious-sounding Capitol Investments USA, bilked more than 60 investors using the technique pioneered by Charles Ponzi in 1920 and perfected by Bernie Madoff through the 1990s Read More
I wrote last week about the 67 percent annual increase in first-time residential foreclosures in New York City in July. That’s a sharp jump, no doubt. But compare it to Miami and Los Angeles, and it starts to pale.
In L.A., foreclosures jumped 249 percent annually to 5,982 in July, according to a report Read More