just kidding, everything is an art basel post - even this. think about it. so here's another one that just barely qualifies as a true blue art basel blog post: a photo gallery of people wearing glasses at art basel miami beach. let's go:
Jesus was a carpenter, and we have a woodshop in the Bronx where we make crap for the Burninwolf camp. Eery coincidence, no? Still don't believe us - check our gallery of powertools. Oh and if you need to borrow them or buy them we'll consider the best offer, but you have to pick them up in the Bronx or here at our online classifieds site WolfList.Org. No underage hookers or hooker perverts please!!!
Wrap your lobo noggin round this one: We're in Miami departing the Westway NY club knockoff at the SHore Club, doing our usual erect-the-incorporated-statue™ of everyone's favorite legal eagle Swervin Ervin bit we typically enact round the world, when we meet this chick from Germany, dressed like a one-legged Wolfette, compete with wolf paws on her grill, who proceeds to run us ragged all over town till finally we had to drop her like a bad wolf habit at the door to Paris Paris. Turns out, Paris Paris is a great place to lose a German German, even if you're in Miami Miami. And the reason she wasn't allowed into Paris Paris: the door dude, Simonez Wolf. Real Name. WE WOLF YOU NOT.
The sound of old pussy: velcro. The sound of New Pussy: Yozmit, a little Korean kimchi number we discovered while traipsing around a high dive overlooking the Shelborne Hotel pool in Miami around Art Basel. Turns out her box performs at the box, and it's got a brand new sound...which happens to sound a lot like that little Basel Wife you married for 3 minutes in the bathroom of LeBaron. She's currently not at her desk,
So there's a fervor in the air and we been sensing it for some time. It's all a bunch of GIRL TALK, whispers about a seeming beat master extraodinaire. We arrived to Terminal 5 late because we decided to stop on a couch somewhere in the West Village and try DMT, or was it that our cab driver drove in a zig zag the entire way up there, crossing 10th avenue 5 times. An odd start to a concert to say the least, wait did I say concert? The security admonished us that we had missed Girl Talk's first song, wait did they say song? We saw fractiles and wished we had a car-n-driver.