Miami Art Basel is that magical time once a year, when the young and fabulous (and their sugar daddies) travel to paradise to see art and sleep with art dealers. Miami Art Basel is where editors brag about their fair trade hemp sandals while snorting cocaine that was brought into the country by a pregnant teenager.
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Miami Art Basel is where wet dreams come true and creative dreams are killed by two girls stabbing each other and therefore stealing attention from your performance art piece (dancing in leotards is a little 2008, tbh).
Some people do look at art at Art Basel, because itโs their job to and because itโs raining too hard outside to say โscrew it, Iโll get fired for the sake of a tan.โ
But for those of us who donโt know the difference between digital collages and foam sculptures, the week of Miami Art Basel was an excuse to go Hard As Hell (or HAH!) before the holy holidays. For those of us #blessed enough to be there, half the fun was making our Instagram followers who arenโt #blessed jealous of our poolside lounging. But the fun doesnโt have to end! The only thing your followers will hate more than seeing you enjoying Miami is seeing you bounce back afterwards.
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POST META MIAMI ART BASEL DETOX :
1) SPIRITUAL DISCOVERY
All that gossiping about those girls dressed like that at the Edition hotel wasnโt good for your soul. Hearing what your gay friends did at Twist (without you?!) didnโt feed your spirit. Name dropping Millie Brown to get free K wasnโt good for your Karma. Now that youโre home, spend some quality time on YOU, searching for an answer deep withinโฆlike, where in the deep web can one find leaked pictures of Saint West?
2) SELF-LOVE
Your face is disgusting. Come to terms with it. Say it out loud, whisper it in a mirror, yell it at the sky. Admit it: you got so wasted at that MoMa PS1 party that you spent half the night pitching articles to the Wall Street Journal! (Whatโs the Wall Street Journal Doing at Basel? should have been one of them). In addition to alcohol poisoning, your skin is full of chlorine because you thought it would be fabulous to take your dress off and jump into the pool at the Versace Mansion party in the middle of the afternoon.
You were topless in front of all those New York Kids! And what did they do? They ignored you, the same way they do at Up&Downโฆbecause they were all on their phones, snapping pics of their cleavage and asking their moms to send more cash. On top of all that, falling asleep on someoneโs Juicy Couture top (now un-ironicโฆthanks, VFILES!) couldnโt be good for your pores. I hear turmeric helps clear skin but I also hear itโs disgusting. Someone told me to crush Aspirin and make a face mask out of that and I would if I hadnโt stuffed my last painkillers in every orifice to try and ease my headaches. An easier option? Cover your brand new pimples in crystals instead. Willow Smith says they have healing powers. I hope she means the plastic onesโฆ
3) EYES WIDE SHUT
Avoid all art!! Your eyes need a break from โmade from scratchโ Photoshop, sculptures with phone references and painted soft porn.
Ok, your goal was to go HAH! but you accidentally caught some art when you finally couldnโt bare another day cooped inside the Soho Houseโฆit started to feel wrong, as if outside the El Nino apocalypse were taking place and you were in a group of select privileged people who were chosen to survive it.
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Even Lebron James had to flee that place! (Well, he left Soho House only when your friend started taking pics of him--what saved her from arrest were the butt pics Lebronโs bodyguard found on her phone when deleting all evidence of his employerโs sneaky whereabouts).
4) SWEAT IT OUT
All that dancing in heels and falling in sand took a toll on your muscles. Get some good stretching done while lying on your belly, arms reached out in front of you, holding your phone, deleting the numbers you picked up from Le Baron at Delano. (Why was everyone French there? Why are French men so slutty with their digits?)
5) NOURISH THYSELF
You probably ate a lot of Cuban Sandwiches, Haitian hangover helpers and buttery brunch bullshitโฆmy body is still hurting from the egg salad I ate at the Toilet Paper lounge at the UNTITLED fair, which was basically just a pint of mayonnaise. This post-Basel week, only eat nourishing and cleansing things your body and bowels will thank you for. Hereโs what your diet should look like:
Breakfast:
Happiness Smoothie (MDMA comedown recipe)
Lunch:
A handful of sprouts sprinkled over gluten-free toast, topped off by a laxative.
Dinner:
A Bloody Mary, 12 oysters your Tinder Date will pay for, a handful of pita chips from the samples section of Whole Foods and a taco from a truck near the Bedford Stopโข
If none of that helps, just post a throwback pic from the beach and write โmiss uโ .
Text by Tea Hacic. Follow Tea on Instagram here. Follow Autre Magazine: @AUTREMAGAZINE