The New York Times is already exhausted from the parties at Art Basel Miami Beach and the fair has just started:
It felt like the first day of school at the Vanity Fair party, held at the Museum of Contemporary Art in the Wynwood section. “It wasn’t hard for me to get here,” said Mr. Weber, whose photographs were being exhibited. “I live in Miami with my six dogs.”
Nearby, his friend, the pop star Ricky Martin, smiled for the cameras. “I collect Latin American art,” he said. “But I came tonight for Bruce.”
By 8:30 p.m., streams of guests were already on the way to the new Soho Beach House, for the decadent poolside feast hosted by White Cube. Members of the international gazillionaire collector caste mingled with local pretties; dined on lobster, lamb chops and pork sandwiches sliced from a spit-roasted pig, and — shades of Gordon Gekko — were invited to finish their meals with cigars freshly rolled by a Cuban cigar master.
Vito Schnabel, the art dealer, took a breather in a striped cabana and glanced at his cellphone. “I have to go meet Terence,” he said, referring to Terence Koh, who was showing later that week at the W Hotel. “We have to install his show at 1 a.m. because that’s when no one is around.”
Partying Gets a Jump Start, Night One (New York Times)
