Dear Editor and Living & Arts Editor,

I have one simple question, “Why?”

Why does the staff of the L&A section need to include the “F” word in the description of the White Trash Bash in today’s (9-19-03)issue?

Are the boundaries of good-taste and decency not applicable to this publication? Is someone naive or ignorant? Was it used for shock value? Do you think it’s just a word? Is your publication not held accountable since it is “only” a campus paper and heaven-forbid your creativity be stunted?

No matter the answer. It is not needed to get your point across. It is offensive and I am very dismayed to see it in print. Additionally some of the overly-explicit writing styles used in this section of your paper are just plain gross. Seems this section of the publication primarily advocates drinking, partying, and sex. Is that what you consider to be Living or Art? What is your aim? Do you want to get UM added to Princeton Review’s top 10 Party Campuses list? Been there before and don’t want to return.

Being an award-winning publication does not give you an excuse to push the envelope. You also need to consider your audience, especially since your publication goes on-line and off campus. You are reporting to many more than the current student and staff population. College is supposed to be a time of increasing maturity. Maturity means knowing what is appropriate, when and where. Your publication is a window into that growth process. This section of your paper is not showing a great deal of positive growth.

I’m sure my thoughts are shared by others on-campus and off. Please seriously consider them. Thank you for your time and attention.

Note: I do NOT give you permission to publish this letter, with or without my name.

Sincerely,
E. Kuras
UM alum

cc: Gilbert Arias, Student Affairs Office
Donna Shalala, President

The options for partying in this sparse neon metropolis have opened up beyond the ancient elitist glamour of South Beach and the stale redundancy of the Grove. Another “scene” has formed where the youth have gone wild, throwing club nites with creative themes, provoking music, and all the cheap booze and chaos you crave. Life & Art tried to document each nite because these events best rep the youthful city and culture surrounding us. For the UM students who are up for some exploring, we feel you’ll agree. For those who aren’t, you’re missing out. Cheers.

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Parties below at Soho Lounge, 175-193 NE 36th Street – Design District
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—————————–REVOLVER ————————————–

THEME: indie rock night
COVER: $7
ID: Just to drink.
BE THERE: Every Friday. It’s Friday night, so the sun usually comes up before the end is near.
BIRTH DATE: 3-years old
BREAKTHROUGH: “Recognition has come through out the years, but most recently international and national publications, like Fader, VICE, Spin, amongst others, have given the night great write-ups,” says Joshua Menendez, Revolver’s promoter and founder. Revolver’s been hitting hard for quite a while, butlast March’s VICE-sponsored party with Miss Kittin, DJ Hell, and 2 Many DJs was just on some way other shit!
Music: indie, Britpop, new wave, electronic rock
CROWD: Musicians, artists, fashionistas, and people who just wanna dance.
RESIDENT DJs: Indie room: Joshua, Ryan, James Hush. Electronic Room: Lolo, MTA. Hip hop room: Bobby D and Marcelo
THE DILLY: “Revolver will continue to provide national and local indie and alternative act to Miami, in hopes that more acts will see that Miami does have a market for them,” says Joshua. This being the night that started it all, he need say no more.
WEB SITE: ClubRevolver.com

– Hunter Stephenson

——————————- VICE ——————————————–

THEME: Pop rocks with coke
COVER: $6, girlies free before midnight
ID: Just to drink
BE THERE: Every Saturday, usually starts popping at 1 a.m.
BREAKTHROUGH: Can it live up to its name (even without being related to the magazine)? We’ll find out soon enough when NYC playschool-bass heads, Fannypack, perform on September 27.
BIRTH DATE: July 26, 2003
MUSIC: ’80s new wave, dance and pop
CROWD: Mixed crowd ranging from ripe 18-year olds to scary VH-1 hipsters in their 30s, but all in all, a great local crowd.
RESIDENT DJs: Stella B (frequent guest DJ at Revolver), DJ Sticky Rice (Nathan from WVUM), Jimmy James
THE DILLY: Born only a month and a half ago, Vice is a born-again virgin on the scene, albeit one who prefers cheap beers, $4 cocktails and $3 Purple Kamikazes. “We started it because we wanted a night that was cool, fun, and unpretentious,” says Lauren Kate Refkin, promoter for Vice and resident DJ at Revolver. In early September, Vice opened their arms to longtime gothic music nite The Kitchen. The Kitchen now resides downstairs at Soho Lounge, while Vice carries on upstairs. Hipsters and Goth kids float between the two parties, with each clique bonded by their affection for bands like New Order. Nostalgia is in full-tow, with ’80s flicks flickering all over the wall. More recent selections have included Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Tron, amd The Neverending Story.
WEB SITE: ViceMiami.com

– Kira Wisniewski

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Parties below located on South Beach. Addresses list below for each
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—————————– SPIDER-PUSSY ———————————–

THEME: Inebriated ’80s
COVER: Nada
ID: 21+
LOCATION: South Beach @ Lounge 16, 423, 16th St. and Washington Ave.
BE THERE: Every Tuesday. Doors open at 10 p.m., but it doesn’t get live until 1:00 a.m.
BREAKTHROUGH: It’s been almost a year since Spider-Pussy began spinning an array of electro-pop at Lola to a loyal crowd of Euro-American ’80s fanatics. Since then, the party’s moved to another locale in trendy SoBe, and on to even greater red-on-black bliss.
BIRTH DATE: October, 2002 – lookout for an anniversary party next month.
MUSIC: Mod-Squad Freestyle, Electro-Pop, ’80s Punk Rock, Old Skool Hip Hop (yes folks, and you thought the ‘running man’ died with the Me Decade.
CROWD: Zombie-punk 80’s chicks with big mean boots and mohawks. Dudes with piercings galore and, of course, requisite long black ties, velvet hats, and eye makeup. If you feel like you are an outcast in the real world (or wannabe one), you’ll surely fit in here.
RESIDENT DJs: A.L.B. Rotten, Johnny Strokes, and WVUM’s and L&A’s own Jimmy James
THE DILLY: Spider-Pussy was the brainchild of two DJs: Andrews Lorenzana (A.L.B. Rotten) and Rafael DeOnate (Johnny Strokes). This Tuesday night get-down has brought some fresh, Downtown flava to SoBe: addictive music, cheap booze ($3 Buds and $4 drinks) and an incredibly eclectic and friendly crowd. Anything goes here, including pleated mini skirts, Converse, polyester pants, and hairdos reminiscent of Kelly Osborne’s. The decor is crazy black and red: it’s everywhere, aside from the outlandish leopard print ‘high-heel’ chairs. Remember when dancing was all about jumping and skipping and not giving a damn? Either way, walk into this carefree web and hop in.
CONTACT: Email condemn001@earthlink.net for the newsletter

– Rachael Henrichsen

———————– CHOCOLATE SUNDAYS ——————————–

THEME: Get drunk and watch a good movie on the big screen. Or, get drunk and play pool. Or, get drunk and pass out.
COVER: Nah, brah.
ID: Yep.
LOCATION: Purdy Lounge on Purdy Ave. (aka 1811 Sunset Harbor Dr.) in SoBe.
BE THERE: Sundays (isn’t this obvious), kicking off around 10 p.m., but if you’re arriving at clubs (lounges, whatever) right when they open, you may as well be standing in front of Crobar with a free pass that expires at midnight, nah mean?
BIRTH DATE: Back to School ’02
BREAKTHROUGH: When Hunter blacked out watching…or when Harold Hunter was in the bathroom that time.
MUSIC STEEZO: Hipster to tha Hoppa, all the original records with those samples that popped up in all your rap favorites, plus a pinch of Crunk and a dash of digital Bump n’ Grind.
CROWD: Smiles for miles, consisting of: banging broads, some greaseballs, a couple old timers, every beach skate rat, a well-tempered thugster/breaker posse and more.
RESIDENT DJs: Induce, Tosh, and other DJs from CounterFlow.
THE DILLY: Purdy is doing a pretty good job at attempting to recreate the ideal living room; i.e. movies showing in the back room at 11 p.m. and 1a.m. (Bottle Rocket, Scarface, Waking Life, Valley Girl, etc.) plus skate video premieres complete with visiting skate posses (such as the DC video and Habitat’s Mosaic). The DJs seriously carry the night from the corner of the room, a lot like a system with a dope mix tape in it. The atmosphere is really laid back, free pool, couches and board games and cheap beer doesn’t hurt ($2.50 High Life and Jaeger shots). Sunday night is the end of the weekend, so it’s a spot to chill, not stand shoulder-to-shoulder, sweating balls. Joel Meinholz, the night’s founder/promoter has frequented enough dive bars to figure out what they were missing, so he’s there every Sunday with a pool cue in one hand, beer in the other and a DVD in his mouth.
WEB SITE: Too busy drinking.

-Sven Barth

————————- MARLIN MONDAYS ———————————–

THEME: Anti-Sobe club night for everyone and anyone
COVER: No Cover
ID: 50/50
LOCATION: Marlin Bar, 1200 Collins Avenue, Miami Beach
BE THERE: Every Monday night, 10 p.m.
BIRTH DATE: Eight months ago
BREAKTHROUGH: None. But, if you’re tired of SoBe or just tired from Crobar, this is the place to actually see who you’re dancing with. Not as grungey or wild as Purdy Lounge, but the gloss and indie mix is Miami-by-numbers.
MUSIC: Classic rock, mainstream-ish electro, soundtracks, TV theme songs, and dips into raunchy rock ‘n’ roll
CROWD: Everybody! There’s electro-pop kids, tourists passing by on the street, your regular Joe Schmoe and the occasional model like Tyson Beckford.
RESIDENT DJs: DJ Smeejay, Chris Graham
THE DILLY: Marlin Mondays aka Dirty Dancing, has been rocking on South Beach for 8 months now. It’s a steamy hipster/non-hipster night that is almost like a mixture of all the other nights combined with a dash of good ol’ rock ‘n’ roll. Known for outrageous theme parties like “Rockers vs. B-boys,” Dirty Dancing promises to proliferate in the coming months. And with 2-for-1 drinks, the wait looks to be a short and blurry one.
WEB SITE: TheMarlinHotel.com

-Kira Wisniewski

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Parties below are at I/O, 30 NE 14 St, Design District
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—————————– POPLIFE ——————————————

THEME: Anti-pop music for Miami’s indie limelight
COVER: $7 for 21+, $10 for 18-20
ID: Just to drink.
BE THERE: Every Saturday. Get there by 10 p.m. for bigger shows, otherwise twelve’s the norm.
BREAKTHROUGH: Nothing particular, but a steady climb with shows by notable groups like The Faint, the Electroclash Tour w/Peaches and Chicks on Speed, Le Tigre and upcoming ones with Trans Am, A.R.E. Weapons and the Walkmen.
BIRTH DATE: 1999 at the Meza Fine Art Gallery in the Gables
MUSIC: The Main Room is very eclectic and ranges from indie
rock to electro-pop and classic wave. The popular outside garden area plays loungey tunes, depending on whom the guest DJ is.
CROWD: Mixed, but usually Downtown hipsters 18-35
RESIDENT DJs: Main Room features R. Milian, Aramis & Alejandro
(WVUM). The garden has Alex Caso.
THE DILLY: You remember that girl you’ve see in your dreams? That Dirty blonde with a tongue ring, lascivious lips and artsy blush on her face. You go to Poplife and you expect to find her there, among the throngs of hipsters, curious locals and defiant, I’m-that-girl-from-American Beauty chicks sipping cranberry vodkas and discussing the state of the Downtown art scene and Jack White’s car crash. Although it’s definitely a challenge to cultivate an underground scene with the preponderance of South Beach glit and too-cool-for-school locals (i.e., those who remain jaded and arms crossed at an A.R.E. Weapons show), Poplife has waxed resilient throughout slow burns. Ray Milian, co-founder and resident DJ, assures that he wants the party to continue and grow in order to improve the Miami music scene: “To accomplish that is to stay ahead of the game,” he says, “adapt with the times and work really hard at it. If we do all that we should have no problems.” And while the drink prices occasionally seem to slip and slide, Poplife remains one of the more relaxing and airy hipster mainstays. Note to self: I still haven’t found that girl there, but I’ll keep trying.
WEB SITE: Epoplife.com

-Omar Sommereyns

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THEME: The worship of ’80s Fad, i.e. disgustingly poppy music with synthesizers that your babysitter lost her virginity to while you were sleeping, that rocked Billboard charts, that, quite simply, rocked the whole flamboyant-ass world for a decade.
COVER: Free!
ID: Just to drink.
BE THERE: Sunday, October 5, 9 p.m.-2 a.m.
BREAKTHROUGH: None yet, but the theme is stoopidly promising…or is it just a…?
MUSIC: ’80s Fad, freestyle, dance explosion, new wave, and Miami Bass
CROWD: Uninhibited – Aquanetted-out and acid-washed. F-U-N, or completely annoying if you’re a bad drunk prone to fighting men in tights.
RESIDENT DJs: Plot, R. Milian, MTA
THE DILLY: The inaugural night was last Sunday. You clearly gotta love the ’80s to be into this – you’ve probably seen Party Monster ten times and it’s not even playing here. Then again, after a Saturday of binging, getting down and dirty with sexy Madonna look-alikes could pull you out of the “never drink again” doldrums! Just in case, call your older brothers and sisters and tell them to Fed Ex their old leg warmers and Member’s Only jackets – they’re working 9-5s anyway!
WEB SITE: IoLounge.com

– Kira Wisniewski

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THEME: “Let’s Get Physical!!!”
COVER: Free before 11p.m. $5 athletic fee thereafter
ID: Just to drink. Free before midnight, after: $5 atheletic fee
BREAKTHROUGH: Too young to tell
BIRTH DATE: A few months
MUSIC: Teen-pop smash hits and freestyle roller-booty
CROWD: Mixed, in shape & up-for-it
RESIDENT DJs: DJ HottPants, Oly, Oregon Trail (guest DJ, Counterflow Recording’s Induce)
THE DILLY: One of the more themercised nights Downtown’s seen in a while, if ever. And there’s plenty of fuel, with $3 Buds and BootyAdes before the devil’s hour. “PE spirit has been around since middle school. But a couple months ago, Miami got way more boomlicious. Here’s how we kick it like we’re breaking curfew: every week features locker-worthy teen-dream decor and in-your-face performances by M.V.P., Jasmine Kastel. This is a theme night, and costumes are strongly encouraged. It’s the most fun you can have on a school night!” says Nick Britton, PE promoter and founder.
WEB SITE: IoLounge.com

– Kira Wisniewski

Contact Hunter Stephenson, the Life & Art editor, with questions/inquiries
at Huntlaed@hotmail.com.

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LIFE & ART goes into the mucky-muck that is our meeting for new recruits at the Rat. If you’re interested in working for us and like fetching coffee (3 sugars) and Red Stripes for two skinny white and Egyptian guys with perma-hangovers, you’re set. Must be there by 5 p.m., first floor conference room (listen for the Rapture and Sven Barth). Bring a portfolio with past clipse and a contact sheet and expensive gifts. There’s also something going on at the Rat called “Wet-n-Wild,” from 4-8 p.m. That sounds like bikini girls getting sprayed by drunken jocks (and L&A) or another nerd epiphany thrown by the Save The Dolphins club. It’s happy hour nonetheless.

TECHNO’S SAVIOR, Matt Dear from Ghostly International records, links up with Miami’s IDM bass maniacs Phoenecia, Ivee and a creamy crop of DJs to make for one helluva long night of electronic elation. The show is at I/O and starts at 10 p.m., seriously, 10 p.m., ignore the advice on that whole elaborate map-thingy you just skipped over. For directions, flip back to that map-thingy you just skipped over, or visit Epoplife.com.

SOFIA COPPOLA and Bill Murray together make for the type of cinematic feast that comes around as often as one of those comets your mom calls you up all mom-like to watch. Lost in Translation opens today. Take a girl or guy or both or none. Go see it.

ENON and the Apes get all electronic versus analog to the death at Revolver.

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WELL GAWDAMN! I’ll tell you whut, I nevr thogt therd be a gawdamn pary fer a bunch of reddnecks in Miami Floorduh. Bought gawdamn time bruddah. Shut up hick! This Saturday there’s a “White Trash Bash” near campus. If you wear a mullet, have a Richard Petty or Bobby Lebonte T-shirt from K-mart (fuck Jeff Gordon) or dress like a Jerry Springer highlight, you’re drinking for free – beer and Jack all night long. All of L&A will be there and we hate UM house parties…………..hee haw….blah blah blah.

“There’s something ephemeral in our streets,” and “photographies” of NAKED WOMEN imposed on buildings might be it. Find out at this art exhibit featuring the work of Meg Pukel at the Damien B. Contemporary Art Center, 282 NW 36th Street. Doors open at 7:30 p.m. with free drinks courtesy of Vox Vodka – good stuff – and, wait, what’s this? DJ Contra’s spinning – jump on it. Visit Damienb.com for more info.

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THIS CATALOG, er, magazine Marc “I made it” Ecko owns or something, it’s called Complex, is fronting a launch party for their “Sex, Thugs and Rock ‘N’ Roll” issue. Judging from all the free prody these advertisers, er, writers and public relation gurus, er, editors snag while working, they’re bound to spread the wealth right? Opium is sheltering the proceedings, located on 136 Collins Ave. Guest list yourself at rsvp@opiummiami.com, and remember to give that free ugly Ecko hoody to a homeless dude on your way out.

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What you’ve all been waiting for, the man himself, MO FUCKING ROCCA comes to campus to enlighten us all. The genius goes down at the Storer Auditorium – near UM’s posh business school at 7 p.m. Visit UM-HP.com for more info, and give Hurricane Productions a pat on the back while you’re at it at pr@um-hp.com. Booyakka.

Here’s a fun scene to picture: A beautiful young woman shaves her legs in the bathtub of a remote cabin. Oh yeah, and her skin is peeling off like a rotten apple as she does it. Not to mention the raw skin and hideous boils on her back, almost exposing a bloody red spinal cord.

Cabin Fever is a disgusting, immoral, unrealistic, trashy horror flick (use of the term “flick” has never been more justified), and that’s exactly why it’s so good. First time writer/director Eli Roth is obviously well versed in the nostalgic horror classics of the 1970s and ’80s, and he throws in tons of references to movies like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Evil Dead. Fortunately, he ditches the mallrat irony of Scream for the genre’s seemingly forgotten textbook frills.

The story is a familiar one: five college students venture into the woods for a vacation in a remote cabin. There’s the hot couple – Jeff and Marcy – practically tripping into the cabin with horny anticipation. There are the more conservative longtime friends – Paul and Karen – who’ve never hooked up, much to the disappointment of Paul. Then of course, there’s the comic relief, Bert, an obnoxious party animal whose blantant fifth wheel status spells doom from the start.

Soon enough, a relaxing night spent smoking weed and roasting marshmellows is tainted when a diseased hunter shows up at their door drenched in gooey flesh and oozing blood. Karen and Paul are the only moral ones of the group and want to help, but when the stranger tries to steal their truck, they’re forced to fend him off. Maybe they overreact though, because after beating this ill John Doe with baseball bats, they light him on fire to destroy the evidence.

Freaked out beyond belief, their car covered in blood, the only option they have is to split up in the woods and seek help. And yes, splitting up is always a bad idea in horror films, as is staying in a remote cabin, and setting bodies on fire, and smoking pot, and pretty much any activity besides shooting zombies. But there are no traditional zombies in Cabin Fever to shoot. Roth prefers to throw on a blanket of reality, to which he giddily shreds to pieces with insane situations and whacked-out characters. Lacking the innovation and believeability of 28 Days Later, this year’s other virus horror film, Cabin Fever is still more entertaining to watch.

Roth seems to structure each scene with a big smile on his face. He loves to cart out maniacal characters and divvy up wildly essential side plots for them, making the film much funnier than it is scary, an attribute clearly desired by the rookie filmmaker.

Given such a loose plot and no real investment in common sense, Roth is able to take a few scenes zestfully overboard. For instance, Paul later drives the sputtering truck into the pitchblack night, blinded by his own blood, before slamming into a deer. Somehow the animal lands with all four feet inside the windshield, kicking wildly, inches from Paul’s face.

Lunging for a shotgun laying conviently in shotgun, he blows the deer out onto the pavement. As he goes to move the carcass from the road – and who knows why – the truck’s headlights shut off. Left in the brooding darkness, covered in meaty deer fragments as his skin flakes, such intensity is worth the price of admission.

Cabin Fever ranks high as a pleasurable B-movie experience. Roth, who’s now working on a number of back-to-basics, scary-as-hell projects, doesn’t bother teaching mumbo jumbo about some fictional virus, rarely slows down for cheap emotion and never holds back on the blood and guts. After a hard week of classes, it never fails to surprise how much enjoyment a well-filmed mound of dead teenagers can deliver.

Shawn Wines can be reached at shawnwines@aol.com.

Only a handful of movies in the past decade have delivered endings as shockingly original as Ridley Scott’s new con artist film, Matchstick Men. Thrillers like Fight Club, The Usual Suspects, The Sixth Sense and Memento come to mind when thinking of awesome endings, and Matchstick Men’s finale deserves a place among the greatest.

The film is about Roy Waller (Nicolas Cage), a longtime con artist with a lengthy list of nervous ticks and obsessive compulsive habits. Sam Rockwell (Confessions of a Dangerous Mind) plays Frank, his younger partner and prot

If you’ve been addicted to Missy Elliott’s hip hop fashion formula-fiendin’ for her Adidas track suit and that fuzzy Kangol she never stops rockin’-maybe you should just realize that you have a serious crush on Missy Elliott and get some help. But really, if you absolutely love old school hip hop, dreaming of Grand Master Flash spinning while you break to old funk and R&B breakbeats, then you’re about to become one step closer to making your dreams of modern B-Boy (or B-Girl) status come true. Well, fashion-wise anyway.

Step back about a year ago. Owner and fellow hip hop head, Paulita Bennett, decided to fuse her love of vintage clothes and her friendly connections with modern urban artists and fashion designers as the inspiration for her store, YoYo Boutique. “I’ve always been into the B-Boy culture,” she says, “MCs, DJs, graffiti artists, and I’ve been buying vintage clothes for years.” Bennett’s powerfully-built American bulldog, Bruno, is lying at her feet while Musical Youth’s ’82 hit, “Pass the Dutchie,” twists faintly from behind her left shoulder. “I change the music in the store purely based on what I’m feeling that day,” she continues. “It might be one of my mix cds, some Brazilian or samba, or old school funk one day and jazz the next, if we’re in that kinda mood.”

Her store, now growing in popularity and community involvement, sells a mix of ’70s and ’80s retro clothing, accessories, gifts and magazines that cover everything from the best ’40s to drink to what the hell is up with ODB’s identity problem. I mean the man is seriously worse than Prince trying to pick a name! But I digress…Bennett gets a steady influx of vintage gear ranging from tracksuits (yes…like Missy…just older…and with less diamonds), retro sneakers, B-Boy videos and tons of one-of-a-kind fashions created by artists both local and national.

Most people come into the store in search of a hot T-shirt they won’t have to worry about seeing on anyone else the next time they go out, but another of their most sought-after items are the plethora of trucker hats adorning the walls around the store. “They really never go out of style,” says Bennett, but if you’ve been in the B-Boy “know” for a while, you might say that the truckers have been in and that shit’s going out. They come in everything from locally made spray-painted designs to any color hat you need to match the outfit you just bought.

Don’t think that YoYo shuns the mainstream totally: they do offer a selection of some well-known brands like Adidas, Triple5Soul (winter season only) and Paul Frank. But YoYo is in no hurry to be into the latest trends or shun the old ones since “Joggers will be in forever!” The store offers a great price range ($20 -$60) for everyone, especially students who get 10% off their purchase if they show ID. Some of the more pricey items can set you back around $200, but only for the one-of-a-kind art works. “It’s my goal for people to come in here and leave with a whole outfit for under a hundred,” admits Bennett.

The art aspect of the store was one that seemed sewn into the very essence of its construction and its workers. Every inch of the space is covered with vintage gear, artwork for sale or graffiti; like the dressing room which is in itself an artwork full of graff. Bennett feels very strongly that supporting our local artists is one of the biggest downfalls of Miami lifestyles.

“There is a very gray overtone to people’s energies towards each other here,” she mentions. “No one knows the amount of talent that’s here. There’s so much competition and negative stigmas popularized by the media, that it suffocates people.” Miami has started to fall behind other major metropolitan cities like New York, LA and Atlanta in fashion, art and understanding our own cultural identity. Our city “needs more love” advises Bennett and says that her store is just trying to fill a niche and have fun. A sort of artistic succession by means of jogging suits and Mr. T dolls, YoYo will be opening a sister store in Atlanta next month.

Among the many community activity ideas that YoYo is throwing around: a HUGE one year anniversary party, a toy show which will feature toys made by local artists and some known designers. Also, they’ll try to sponsor at least two events a year. Presently, Bennett is collaborating with designers on a fashion show at Soho Lounge Thursday, September 27th, showcasing some collections from YoYo and models with the “B-Boy/Girl look.” Don’t get it twisted, YoYo boutique, although in a somewhat shady part of town, got some killer appeal for you fashionmongers out there in need of a recalibrated wardrobe.

YoYo, “a vintage and old skool boutique,” is located on 742 N.E. 79th Street in Miami; two blocks east of Biscayne Blvd. For more info call 305-754-4297.

Chris Howard can be reached at BBHMM3234@aol.com