Stylish partygoers revel in Miami
Earlier in the week TI touched down for a hot (it was 85 degrees) 24 hrs spin through Fashion 07: Miami Beach Art Photo Expo. Here's the blow by blow of the opening night.
8.07: Pull up to the Surfcomber riding shotgun in the convertible with a gaggle of babbling Euros. Sometimes the dialogue is in Italian, othertimes French and punishingly enough, there is 1 brief episode of Pourteguese. Or is that Spanish. Patrick Demarcheler's agent (I believe his name is Sergio) is nice enough. He's always laughing.That makes me laugh too.Especially when he greets me with a gangsta pound. Aight homie!A three prong spotlight is spinning three lines of light into the Miami night sky. Glamourous!
8.15: The Surfcomber lobby is the base of the tower of Babel I see. More Italian . More French. Is that Dutch I hear? Miami Beach is a EU colony tonight. It's the weak dollar innit. The door dominatrixes are French. They look me up and down like they're about to swat me with the clipboard. I don't have my wrist band on. No-one is allowed to see the preview without the VIP wristband. Someone fetches me a blue wristband. But does it go with my dinner jacket? Naw it doesn't. I tuck it into my inside pocket. The doortrix's eyes dip to scan the label. Balenciaga. She smiles. As best she can. The event's organizer, Francois, is very French. We are introduced. "The Images? What Images?"he queries. "No, no " I explain. "The IMA-GIST!" "The Imagery?" he retorts. I give up. Francois is very chilly. Such icy eyes but what beautifully sculpted hair. Must have taken him hours!

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