Cool is back in Miami By Pascal Wyse
It took the 80s cop series to
put the cool back into South Beach. Ultra-chic Miami Beach is fast becoming the
American Riviera.
On the ceiling in one of the rooms of the Rubel family
collection of contemporary art in Miami there is a police marksman's target
sheet textured with a consistent pattern that never leaves the upper body. It
even carries a signature, like the works of art. "Oh, we just decided not to
take that down," says the curator, explaining that the building used to be the
police department's warehouse for seized drugs, and that this room was where
they put all the cocaine. The signature on that target must surely have been Crockett and Tubbs -
the cops in the hit 80s TV series Miami Vice, who kept the pimps, drugs and the
mob at bay, while casually committing their own crimes of fashion. They don't
quite have the artworld kudos of Gilbert and George but there should be a
monument to them on the beach - pastel T-shirts, shades, espadrilles, fancy
suits with sleeves rolled up and a glimpse of gun holster, because, ironically,
their depiction of the sleazy glamour of Miami proved - at least to the
satisfaction of the tourist industry - that crime pays.
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"Oh yeah, Miami Vice really put South Beach back on the map - it started the
whole regeneration," says a local café owner, all tan, white teeth and eyeballs
in the ultraviolet glow of the Mangoes club. The vice here is the fact that the
staff - men and women - take it in turns to dance on the bar to an all-night
cycle of Latin pop that pays homage, at least every half an hour, to Ricky
Martin. "Fifteen years ago it used to just be pensioners and criminals here.
You'd take a cab just to go two blocks it was so unsafe."
This town once
had the highest murder rate in the US, and a majestic coke habit. It is hard to
picture that now on South Beach, with its restored glory of Art Deco buildings -
a string of cake-colored blocks piped with neon and soothingly curved edges that
basks in the more natural shades of the sand, palm trees and sunset. This is the
heart of a trip to Miami: its sassy and often sleazy altar to the
sun.
Don Johnson doesn't need to police this adult Disneyland any more,
but the beach life has retained its colorful characters: "You wanna stroke my
snake?" asks a man as his pet slowly curls in the furnace of the early
afternoon; thongs thin enough to floss your teeth with rollerblade by; Ferraris
kerb crawl, while strains of dance, hip-hop and Latin music fight for attention,
and stretch vehicles snarl the traffic in "limo-lock". And, as the afternoon's
15-minute tropical downpour begins, the khaki-shorted staff of The Tides Hotel
arm themselves with umbrellas for the guests scuttling back in.
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Confident in its ability to distinguish itself in such rich surroundings, The
Tides (one of six "Island Outpost" hotels on South Beach owned by Chris
Blackwell of Island Records) describes itself casually as "across the street
from the Atlantic Ocean". Designed in 1936 by L Murray Dixon, its original
115-room layout has been knocked through to provide 45 more spacious suites, all
of which have a view of the beach (and telescopes to magnify it). Compared with
the more obviously designer cool of (ex Studio 54 partner) Ian Schrager's
Delano, or Blackwell's own more funky Marlin (interior designed by Barbara
Hulanicki, and home to the 72-track South Beach Studios), The Tides's strict
decor of steel, khaki, cream, marble, nautical portholes and frosted glass is,
in South Beach terms, understatedly luxurious.
There is nothing that
hasn't been given The Tides stamp. Somebody, somewhere, even has the job of
etching the "T" logo into the sand of every ashtray in the building. You can
only marvel at this holistic service and wonder, as you request a cappuccino and
different music in the swimming pool, what frantic activity is going on behind
the scenes. The heart of South Beach is used to dealing with the glamorous and
the peculiar - and part of the Miami experience is pushing the boat out and
feeling famous for a day.
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People watching is a great pastime in Miami's South Beach, which
draws celebrities and beautiful people in skimpy swim attire to see and be seen.
The wide and fine, white sand-covered beaches are popular spots for fashion
photo shoots, so you're sure to see models. The area is known for its hip clubs
and wild nightlife as well as numerous excellent
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Lines count for a lot in Miami: the lines between vice and virtue, the VIPs
and the ordinary folk, between Latin America and the US, taste and vulgarity.
The celebrity second-homers like to draw the line at exclusivity and privacy,
obsessions readily catered for by the islands that satellite the tip of Miami
Beach (Fisher Island and Star Island are home to the likes of Gloria Estefan,
Oprah and Boris Becker).
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Outside the nightclubs of South Beach, the lines continue to be drawn, but by
red velvet ropes and bouncers; at Level or Crobar, people groom themselves and
flutter fragrantly around the entrances, waiting to be picked out and ushered in
-although in reality the queue is just ticking down like any other. Inside, VIP
areas are placed like the top layer of a wedding cake, so the privileged few can
observe the bouncing mass below. Fickle, fun and absolutely to be taken at face
value, these are the super clubs - the glamour factories that, since the
infamous Liquid opened in 1996, have put Miami on the dance music scene. Every
March, they play host to the Winter Music Festival, making America's own little
Ibiza for a month.
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In typical American fashion, you generally get a bit extra, wherever you go.
There's the laundrette that also has a bar (a favorite lesbian hangout); there's
Bed, the restaurant that serves you a gourmet dinner in bed before throwing back
the covers to turn into a nightclub; or Tantra, a restaurant and club with grass
on the floor,
water trickling down the walls and a menu of entirely aphrodisiac food. Power
Studios, with its nine different rooms and stages covering everything from
rooftop cinema, house music, jazz, salsa, dance and food - goes for a full
immersion in the arts, and is a fine place to watch Miami's Latin and American
flavors (and people) fuse.
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Developer Craig Robins, who had been part of South Beach's return to form is
doing similar things with the Design District, which is being labeled a South
Beach for shoppers, and top designers, artists and restaurateurs - as well as
nightlife generators such as Power Studios - are moving back into what was a
thriving area in the 1970s.
There are locals, however, who feel that
Miami has lost it - that the bubble has burst and left a hollow playground.
Perhaps at the peak of its latest rejuvenation (and few places have been knocked
out and got back on their feet as many times as this one), it was more of a
glamorous well-kept secret with an edge, forced to drop its velvet ropes by the
march of tourism. But these are subtle distinctions that needn't bother the
traveler. Few places offer such a perfect hot climate of hedonism, such an
intriguing split personality: an American engine powered by Latin batteries. -
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