Art Miami

Art Miami

I went to the annual Art Miami festival yesterday with my friend and tennis partner Eddy. The people were as interesting to look at as the art; indeed, they were works of art themselves. Obviously from the art world, they knew how to put on a good sartorial show. What particularly caught my attention were the shoes: virtually everyone was wearing carefully chosen, artistic, expensive shoes. Clearly, arty people pay a lot of attention to their foot clothing, rightly so in my opinion. I myself was wearing impeccable vintage Puma sneakers, precisely because of where I was going (Eddy wasn’t so fastidious). There was a lot of checking each other out—the women were especially aesthetic, self-consciously so. Art begins at home, on the body. These visually gifted people knew that Eddy and I were not of their world—they probably thought, correctly, we were a couple of tennis players. Heaven forbid they thought I looked like a philosopher! Anyway, I got an education in contemporary shoe art—along with the stuff on the walls. It really should be called Shoe Miami.