Kim Kardashian Floats Into the Sunrise...Mall
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Check out Kim's five favorite looks or just ogle Reggie Bush's two favorite cheeks, but you have to email RSVP@skirpr.com to get on the list.
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| Trisha Posner (left), Irene Marie, and Tara Solomon |
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| Lorraine Nevot |
Lorraine Nevot knows that feeling well. The heavyset, 27-year-old teaching assistant says Club B.E.D. turned her away from a Monday-night party because she's fat. It bothered her so much she posted an ad on Craigslist recruiting other women who've had similar experiences. She hopes to file a lawsuit. "If you're overweight or ugly, they won't let you in," she says. "I felt like crying."
The club's operations director, Nathan Forster, argues the Washington Avenue hot spot is open to everyone. "It's the doorman's discretion how we choose to represent the club... It's mostly about being dressed appropriately."
Last month, Lorraine heard about a free ladies night at the club. The place is soaked in red lighting and features musical guests such as Rick Ross and Brian McKnight. On this night, there was a free dinner. Lorraine thought it sounded fun, so she arrived early with her sister. "We were the first ones there. We were in nice dress shirts, makeup, and accessories."
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Some commodes are strictly utilitarian, while others provide elaborate sets for your Broadway-worthy shit show. One such place is the powder room at Culture Kings, a Design District boutique that began calling the area home and selling cool, exclusive street wear way before big names such as Marni and Y-3 caught on to the movement west of the railroad tracks. If the sterility of white walls conjures images of the Lysol-scented room where your gran hung her douche bag, you'll revel in the frenetic aesthetic of the Kings' loo. According to owner Chris Oh, the sticker bonanza "just happened organically," beginning with one panel and resulting in what you see above. It's a work in progress, meaning the next time you visit, the place could look even cooler. A second bathroom boasts a hip-hop theme.
In other Culture Kings art news, a few months ago, Oh transformed his office space into a place where works from local artists are on display. Visit culturekings.com to keep up with the rotating exhibit.
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| Has Shop Miami been moved to the clearance rack? Click here to view the full slideshow. |
Tomorrow's the final day of Board up Miami, South Florida's premiere wakeboarding festival; and in case you were thinking about not going out to the Miami Marine Stadium (3601 Rickenbacker Cswy, Miami), here's a clip of Darin Shapiro, a South Florida native and the most winning rider in the history of the sport, doing a move we couldn't pull off in our dreams. Watch him go head to head with pros and amateurs live from noon to 4 p.m.
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| Dee Adames brings her shear genius to D&L Salon. |
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Shelley Novak, South Beach's fabulous semi-retired queen of drag, started the show with a duet. Her partner in crime: the self-deprecating, blond-wigged Joanna Mills. While presenting "most glamorous" underneath a giant disco ball, Joanna -- clad in a tighter-than-imaginable tan spandex dress -- cracked, "You have no idea what it took to get in this dress. Not just emotionally but physically. The recoil on this thing could send me to Hialeah!"
Photographers laughed and snapped shots with long-lensed, expensive cameras. A short, ponytailed straight girl commented, "It's really sad -- they look better in a dress that I do." Tables full of well-groomed gay boys clapped and sipped cocktails.
The Latin icon officially joined the Pete Rose Pantheon of Unwise Publicity Stunts when he endorsed doomed Old White Man icon John McCain in August. You know you've stepped over the line into soul-sucking media whore status when Fat Joe -- he who had his sponsor Bacardi's logo set in a diamond chain -- accuses you of being a sell-out.
But it got us thinking: Miami might be ground zero for the celebrity cologne industry. After all, nothing says image-conscious excess -- our national specialty -- like paying $49 for a sleek three-ounce bottle of star-blessed ferret piss. So we've reviewed a few of the scents hawked by local glitterati. The research yielded one disappointment: 2 Live Crew ass connoisseur Luther "our favorite famous resident" Campbell hasn't gotten around to marketing his own fragrance. We're guessing "Booty Spray" didn't test well.
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| Dr. Michael Salzhauer at his plastic surgery runway show at Bal Harbour Plastic Surgery Associates. Click here to view the full slideshow. |
Today is historic. We know. The "h" word has been uttered over and over again since Barack Obama first announced that he was running for the U.S. Presidency. Today's inauguration is a magical moment, a changing of the guard. But it also means that the nearly 2 years of political bickering, extremist ministers, and talking heads is OVER. So whether you wanted McCain to win or have been a passenger on the Obama wagon, you must celebrate the end of the 2008 election brouhaha. Take a shot for "No Mo Bush" or make a toast for the man with dope Presidential swag. Whatever you do, hit the streets tonight and celebrate with your fellow countrymen.
The Miami-Dade County Democratic Party is taking over the Rusty Pelican and will be the place to be for beer-wielding legislators. The start time is 8 p.m., and those downtown types are usually prompt so you should be too. Tickets start at 20 bucks, call 305-781-9177 to get yours. The Pelican is at 3201 Rickenbacker Cswy, Key Biscayne.
SushiSamba Dromo is injecting its usual east-west flair and having an inauguration edition of its kooky-chic Cosplay Tuesday. There'll be appetizer and cocktail specials all night and of course, three cocktails to honor the red, white and blue. Try the All American Cocktail Tree and you'll be yelling "Yes we did" all fucking night. Best red, white and blue costume wins cash. The party starts at 7 at 600 Lincoln Road, South Beach.
Check out more of tonight's plans after the jump.
The fog machine cranked up 'round midnight, and as the chill was brrrewng outside, it was warm and toasty inside of SushiSamba Dromo for the second anniversary of Cosplay. Dozens of folks came to gawk, but those who came to celebrate pulled out their best disguises and did this Harajuku-style party to the fullest. A lonely Linx, tranny Ariel (of Disney's Little Mermaid fame), and I celebrated the weekly party's terrible two with music by Royal Derelicts and a shot tree full of wonderful gifts which brought me to my liquor-thirsty knees. The gold-clad host begged the crowd to put their fingers in the air and yell, "Fuck you, attitude check," and with middle digits swaying, everyone did as they were told.
My night ended before the winner of the thousand-dollar costume contest was announced, and I'm still curious about the winner. Would it be the 8 foot (on stilts) dude with the gold-flecked bridle and fierce horse mane or the noticeably heroin-less and eerily coherent Amy Winehouse look-alike?
-- Raina McLeod
EliteXC Heat
October 4, 2008
BankAtlantic Center
Better Than: The WWE and the WBA combined.
By now you know: Kimbo Slice got knocked out at the BankAtlantic Center last night. Okay, so it was only a technical knock out, but a TKO that comes 14 seconds into a fight may as well be called a knockout. Hell, if the chatter on the MMA blogs is any indication, it may just have knocked Kimbo out of the cage for good.
And, yes, I missed it. Oh, I was cageside for EliteXC’s Heat all right, but I bounced before the main event. Why? Well, because Ken Shamrock, the cat Kimbo was supposed to fight, bowed out right before CBS went live with the program.
The reason: docs determined “The World’s Most Dangerous Man” was unfit to fight because he “suffered” a small cut above his left eye during day-of training.
Really.

A few hours ago, Sweat Record’s Barack N’ Roll Bake Sale + Voter Registration drew an unexpected character: a wayward, 84-year-old Miami granny by the name of Dory.
Amid all the hip haircuts and soy lattes, the wrinkled retiree waddled over to a table of registration slips, and pinned a baby blue Obama ‘08 button on her floral blouse. Munching on a cupcake, she stopped abruptly and turned towards me. Then she confessed her one concern about the Obama-Biden campaign.
“Excuse me,” she says, wiping frosting from her chin with a napkin. “Do you know if Barack has stopped smoking? I just finished his book -- and I liked it very much -- but I’m worried about his health. And all that soda he drinks. Now, I’m not saying this to be a goody two-shoes. We just need him right now.”
Before I could answer, she launched into why her daughter should also quit smoking, followed by something about how fifties actress Debbie Reynolds couldn’t get pregnant, followed by the fact that she used to live with Muslims. And then looping back -- sort of -- to the Iraq war.
I love old people logic.
Stoked to hear she’s voting Democratic, I probed her for how many of her senior citizen friends are down with Obama. “Oh, we don’t talk about those things, sweetheart,” she says. “That’s why we’re still friends.”
The smart old broad, who was more up on breaking election coverage than this reporter, noticed the indie record shop’s event in the New Times, “a trashy paper” that “drops too many F-words.” (Sorry, Dory.) So she came to prove that it’s not just the dumb, young progressive types, who believe we can turn around this past train wreck of an administration.
Nodding towards a table of volunteer signup sheets and a donation bucket, on her way out, she adds: “I sure hope this works.”
We aren't exactly ones partake in fashion events, but Riptide is anywhere free drinks are being served. So when Ocean Drive held its Tuesday night Fall Fashion Week event at its new Midtown photo studios, we were relieved when we were immediately greeted by cocktails of Orzel vodka and Vitamin Water. But we had to act like we were here for the fashion -- er, we mean we were here for the fashion.
The runway took up an awkward section of the back portion of the studio, in which the crowd, standing-room only, was on one side and the band and DJ Mark Leventhal were on the other. It made for some uncomfortable viewing since really only for first three rows of people could really see what was happening. But since this was a ready-to-wear fashion show with items already found in stores, those in the back weren't missing anything earth shattering.
In fact, Riptide was a little bored that we took to commenting about the models. Vinci, of 8th & Ocean and ¡Viva Hollywood!, strutted across the catwalk and all we could think isn't this guy's 15 minutes up already. When another model came out looking apathetic and like she didn't want to be there, we blurted out "God, why doesn't she kill herself already?" much to amusement of others who were standing nearby who laughed at our comment. So much for being discreet.
One has to tip the chapeau to Anthony Spinello. The spunky young dealer has transformed his modest gallery about as often as his competitors change their underwear. During this past Saturday’s Wynwood season-opening art walk, he stopped traffic along NW Second Avenue, outhustling most of the bigger venues fishing for eyeballs on a night when the crowds where the largest in recent memory.
“I wanted to create a museum show in my small space,” said Spinello. “The artist spent nearly two months this summer preparing for this show.”
Emotional Response Can Be Deconditioned marked Federico Nessi’s first solo exhibit at Spinello. The 26-year-old artist succeeded in conveying the sense of someone undergoing a Skinnerian douche following the wreckage of a tormented relationship. “It deals with the Seventies notion that aversion therapy could be used to control emotions,” Nessi explained. “I wanted to create an environment where people would find themselves experiencing the anxiety and confusion of uncertainty in a visceral way.”
While it might be every day that one or more of the four Books & Books stores has some kinda reading, it certainly isn’t every day that the good folks permit a bad cat like me to introduce whoever’s turning the pages -- and for damn good reason, too. I mean, given the podium, who knows what I might do? Not them, of course (how could they?). And not me either. Especially when you consider I’ve no idea what I’m doing.
Okay, so I do have some idea, sorta, but that doesn’t make it bright. Unless by bright you mean dim, dark and dangerous. See, last night I set the stage for a reading by a deeply enlightening Scot named Irvine Welsh using a combination of flashbacks, scare tactics and murder ballads that had never seen the sun.
This past week, I accepted an invitation to hang out on the set of an erotic video shoot, in order to do research for a story. There would be no actual sex, I was told, but I’d be in for a treat.
The video was shot, acted, and produced -- albeit as a home movie, in low-budget fashion -- by four of Miami’s most kickass Amazon Women. The girls, some of whom stood seven feet in heels and weighed in at 380 pounds, cater to a man’s desire to feel small. They hold private fetish sessions and come together to make movies for the Internet.

Cuban rapper Pitbull's Mun2 show La Esquina is always interesting. To prove his point about the reality of Cuban immigration, Pitbull wagers that two of his costars couldn't even survive in inner tubes in the local pool for a few hours.
To confront hip-hop culture's attitude towards homosexuality, the rapper's co-star, Fademaster, makes a homophobic friend take on a gay man in the boxing ring.
It's a format that doesn't need tinkering with. But the show's opening is getting a whole new look for its second season. Artists Not Criminals, a graffiti company, is painting a mural on the side of the show's eponymous main setting, Fademaster's La Esquina barbershop on Calle Ocho. The new opening will be a stop motion sequence of the mural's creation.

That's the message of upstart T-shirt label Gold Saturn. Designed by David Jon Acosta, an alumnus of the Art Institute in Miami, the tee range features graphics like pills arranged in a peace sign, dubbed "prescription for peace", and a pot-leaf stamped pony urging you to "get high on love". The shirts come in hipster friendly v-neck and tank top cuts for both guys and girl, and start at $35.
The Miami label is asking for help in picking its next design. Visitors can throw their support behind a mushroom that looks like the Village People's cop on 4/20, a call to not drink and dance, or two other designs.
Miami New Times dominated the South Florida Black Journalists Association contest at the Lyric Theatre on Saturday. Drumroll, please. Patrice Elizabeth Grell-Yursik took first for Pretty in the City as the best blog . Chuck Strouse took a first for commentary on “Reporter on the Lam.” Isaiah Thompson won in sports for "Grady and the Champ," Jeanine Zeitlin in international reporting for a story about Haitian refugees, and Tamara Lush in feature reporting for a story about the vodou.
As the outer bands of Tropical Storm Fay went over South Florida, local stations were having a field day. It had been some time since the area was threaten by storm. WSVN reporter Rene Marsh stood along the shore of some unnamed beach is Islamorada using words like "choppy waters" and "intensifying" to describe the anemic waves crashing on the sand.
Over at WFOR, reporter Gary Nelson downplayed the storm much to dismay of the anchors who quickly reminded him that "the worse was far from over." They cut to National Hurricane Center director Ed Rappaport who played along with the hype of Fay warning of "warm waters" and possible intensification. Meteorologist Jeff Berardelli placed emphasis on "bands" and tornado warning, urging people to move into a closet or bathroom if a tornado approached.
Despite the "warnings" of the TV journalists, I decide to go out anyway. Rain comes and goes, but not enough to deter me from my plans. A friend picks me up around 10:45 p.m. and we head to White Room, located on the fringes of Overtown, where its Monday night party Exposure is having some "official" Tropical Storm Fay party. The gimmick? People who come in a bathing suit or raincoat get a free shot of whatever premixed concoction they come up with.
I like wearing panties, and walking around in high heels.
I like wearing a G-string and handcuffs while being flogged by a dominatrix.
I like having a ball gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes while a dominatrix spanks me.
It is fun. You should try it.
Read all about club editor Jason Handelsman's experience as South Florida performance artist ScaryMary's gimp in this week's issue of the New Times, out tomorrow. Can't wait until then? Then check out the photos we couldn't print (NSFW).

You wouldn’t have noticed it Wednesday night unless you listened closely, but House speaker Nancy Pelosi waited 40 minutes to mention Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama.
It was a major diss. It hurt.
The reason: Pelosi was speaking in Coral Gables to an audience of about 1,200 wealthy Floridians – many of them Jews, who are critical to Obama’s run both here and nationally. She was shilling for her new book, “Know Your Power, a Message to America’s Daughters,” at a forum set up by Books & Books at Temple Judea on Grenada.
On most days like Saturday, kids are racing to get away from the heat by jumping in to the nearest body of water they can find. But the anime fans that attended the 6th annual Yasumicon at FIU donned their multi-layered, and multi-colored costumes despite the sweltering weather and flooded the school.
From the second that visitors stepped out of their cars, droves of cosplayer (people in costumes for those not versed in anime-speak) could be seen making their way to the Graham Center ballroom, where vendors specializing in everything Japanese from snacks to manga set up shop. Some of the stuff seemed a bit pricy, but considering that the average cosplayer spent a couple hundred on their costumes, the prices were relatively okay. I still wouldn’t shell out $500 for a damn doll, but hey, to each their own.