Travel Diary: Aqua Art Miami
Travel Diary: Aqua Art Miami
By Chris Blackstock
Well the last time I did a travel blog I was in NYC saying whats up to Erik Foss back in May. Thankfully I’m still employed here and was able to travel to Miami for Art Basel. After a red eye flight out of San Francisco and a sweet three hour layover in South Carolina, we arrived in Miami the next day around noon.
This was the general feeling from the heat on arrival and the exhaustion from the flight. Off the plane and on to work.
Greg Gossel and his brother, Jake, were already knocking out the mural.
Steve was ready.
Tony and Dylan building Mike Shine‘s shack.
Sleeping on the job.
Casey Gray and “The Mac Man.”
Like father like son.
Went back out to see the final touches.
Fucking done!
Well deserved beer.
Our booth wasn’t too shabby this year. After all the hard work setting up the booth we decided to run around Wynwood to see some murals.
Checked out the Swoon/David Ellis spot.
Allison, David’s assistant.
Some Barry McGee action.
Tripping on shit loads of acid (or maybe just inside the “Anything/Everything” box).
Tes One getting up.
Amazing stencil work.
Checking out the Shepard wall.
Gotta love these Brazilian twins.
That night, we headed to The Shore Club for the Primary Flight party. Open bars, live painting, and a huge fucking pool to dive head first into.
Not the best idea. The next day, Casey and I checked out the fair.
Amazing shit all around.
AJ Fosik guarding the entrance.
Giving James Jean’s painting a blow job. It was pretty impressive in person.
EVOL
Cleon Peterson
Surfing Buena Vista
That night, we had the Gen Arts party at Aqua.
Sick.
The crew.
Lovely, as always.
My vision after losing my glasses.
The next night, we spent some quality time sneaking into Delano through a magical door filled with rusted propane tanks to check out Kid Sister.
Douching out! It’s Miami baby!
At some point in the trip, we went to ‘Olah and were spoiled with an amazing meal, free drinks, and dessert.
It’s a fucking cigar with matches. Delicious.
Nerding out on Barry McGee.
The place we were staying at wasn’t too shabby, either.
Checking out the yachts.
Life ain’t so bad.
Spent some quality time at The Deuce before we left to go back to SF, where it was practically snowing.
Ken and Sven from Arrested Motion.
Pork Chop and I.
My lady of the night.
At the end of the night I made a deal with the devil and the rest is history. Go figure, Miami rocks. Thanks to everyone who made it happen. Get it!
In loving memory of Robocious, Robotic dog. Sweetest cat ever. RIP.