Basel: Bizarre & Best
After months of anticipation Basel finally arrived on Tuesday and I tell you WUT. That shit kray. So many missed meals, so much drinking, so much art, so many events, so many late nights, so much doing stuff ALL THE TIME. So, here’s a list of the best moments I experienced as a Basel virgin.
—shoe-watching at Art Basel Vernissage
—the sheer size of the Basel show in the convention center
—using work/friend connections to get passes to AB Vernissage, DesignMiami Vernissage, Pulse, Scope, and Aqua (even if I didn’t get to use them all)
—seeing Jon Link post-Norway
—getting into the Delano thru Jon and gawking at the Alice in Wonderland-esque furniture, “Craigslist strippers” in the pool, and Salem shrounded in smoke
—smoochin’ on a Swiss dude who “looked rich”
—seeing same rich-looking Swiss dude at the Crash the Ball event (wtf), verifying his wealth (kind of)
—working Party on the Plaza with MAM
—hearing Faith Ringgold talk about her currently displayed “American People, Black Light” (she also waved at me in the hallway…..!!!)
—going to the Herzog & de Meuron-designed 1111 Lincoln Rd parking garage event on the 7th floor, courtesy of MAM where I was a fag-hag chatting up Spanish hotties, drinking delish free cocktails (vodka, ginger beer and lime? YUMMMMMMMM), ogling BMW concept cars, and running into the women’s manager at Urban, whose friend gave me the VIP Aqua pass
—generally feeling VIP when I got free shit
—trundling around the beach looking for fun on a windy Friday night
—bike brigade through Wynwood with my boiz (sans Shrevey :()
—volunteering at the MAM ball in the Fountainebleu, yet another opportunity for checking out crazy rich fashions
—acknowledging the effects of going to the gym almost every morning by fitting into my 11th grade prom dress for the ball
—being told I was “the best-looking thing on the block” by some stupid drunk trustfund baby while guarding some silent auction jewelry (which included a $40,000 Harry Winston watch, which I got to help some lady put on)
—strapping on my skates for a late-night Wynwood ride
—pretending to be Alan’s girlfriend for a whole 2 minutes to evade a sketchy dude loitering around Wood
—ending most nights in the wee hours of the morning in the company of friends/roommates, only to get up, go to work, and do it all over again
—working my ass off for a bona fide WORK FREE MONDAY tomorrow. What will I do with myself once Basel is almost over?
BASEL ‘11
