Ugh so I FINALLY meet the man of my dreams just to realize he's using me for validation. I can tell when love is fake. And I called it out at W. (Also, does it irk anyone else when people say "Miami Basel" or "Art Basel Miami"? Or am I the only asshole correcting all my editors?)
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Stabbings, flash floods, and worst parties ever, oh my. Gotta read it to believe it, over at Artnet.