In Miami the drinks are bigger than than the plates, the nights are sweaty, and you have to know Russian to eavesdrop on most of the conversations held. The apartment on Sunny Isles Beach is a time capsule preserved from the 70's (Including the wines and champagne) that looks like it should be the home of some gangster with bellbottoms, big sunglasses and his terrycloth-wearing rollergirls. So instead of feeling misplaced I went matching with the clothes and music- long disco-gowns and playing Goats Head Soup on repeat, which of course turned out a little more Bianca Jagger than intended.
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