I want art that’s funny, smart, interactive, worth a double take, or um – the giant Sugar & Gomorrah roller coaster.Really, there was a rollercoaster, with naked people making out inside instead of jumping out to scare you.There was a crowd of people hanging out while I used the phone to talk to Walt Whitman about his homo tendencies & poetic crushes on young men. If you ask the PR person at the fair about gay artists, they won’t have any answers for you.
In Sum: You know all the queer artists you’ve slept with and broken up with because they’re too dramatic but who are still fun so you still keep in touch with them?
Ask them if any of their friends are showing at Basel. Samira Abbassy, Leonel Matheu, Angela Ellsworth, Scott Hove " data-medium-file="https:// data-large-file="https:// class="size-full wp-image-152460" alt="Autostraddle5" src="https:// width="640" height="400" / I can’t tell you how much work took up the panty dropping combination of strength and femininity, and how pleased I was to document it. Call it Stendhal Syndrome, call it shitty overpriced emperor’s new clothes, call it Najva is a raging judge-gy bitch – but here’s the good news: every once in awhile, across the hall from the corner of overdone & crappy, I’d see a piece I’d walk up to and for just a minute, everything stopped.
Not all of these artists are queer, but arguably, feral-knife-holster-stripper-shoes and needle filled pearl bonnets deserve honorary Q cards, no? You’d think I’d like more considering how much rhinestones and glitter was used…
but I kinda want the work around me to, I dunno, mean something?
Since you weren’t there, here’s some highlights: At some point at Scope Art Fair I was walking around with Ian, a Miami photographer charged with the difficult task of making a NSFW gallery of Basel, and in protest of the difficulty in finding gay art, I started shaking my glass of bubbly & screaming “show me the tits!
” which was probably the closest Basel got to Bourbon Street. However, I should note that I was sorely disappointed that most NSFW pieces were made by dudes. Here ya go: In Sum: There should really just be a “naked chicks” section for all of us philistines.
Or the Silicon Valley unicorn—a startup valued at over a billion dollars.
To some idiot I met at a party a few weeks back, a unicorn is a "not insanely expensive" apartment in Brooklyn.
) I realized I could actually make the trip sans trust fund. One group, Las Carpinteros, even built an installation on the beach that functioned as a bar.
I packed up my costumes & wigs, color-coded a google doc of events I was obsessively RSVP-ing to, emptied my memory cards, and headed south to the great unknown in search of tits, truth, & tropical weather. Art Basel Miami Beach (not like the herb, pronounced bahhhzel) is, according to it’s site “the most important art show in the United States.” The sister site to the original fair in Basel, Switzerland, it takes place over a weekend in December every year and has tens of thousands of visitors. I was hesitant to visit it because I heard the drinks were expensive and I had gotten used to the whole “not paying for alcohol” thing.
" data-medium-file="https:// data-large-file="https:// class="size-medium wp-image-152452" alt="Autostraddle1" src="https:// width="640" height="400" srcset="https:// https:// sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" / HOLY SHIT. It’s totally possible to get to ride a boat to a mansion for a balls-to-the-chandelier vogue party (think “Paris is Burning”, not the magazine), watch Metric play front row, dance the night away in a room full of your idols, end up at a 5AM warehouse party with a Gil Greene film installation, and see A$AP Rocky onstage at a Playboy party from the luxury of a cabana on the pool. You talk to the woman in the corner and, of course, she writes for the New York Times or directs a major private international art collection.