The shiny polymorphic balls in the lobby of the condo where we are staying in downtown Miami. These balls reflect the world around them: Miami is an odd out-of place place.

Gregoire has taken photography up more and more seriously from what I can tell. Here he is in the lobby, barefoot, trying to photograph the mirrored balls. You can see his photos from this trip on facebook by clicking [url=http://www.facebook.com/people

Evening swim at the 11th floor pool, decorated with this sculptural pair. The forms remind me of man and woman...about to fuck. They are so hard to photograph but I am determined to keep trying.

I meet up with my relatives who live in Miami: cousin LLoyd the dentist.

Lloyd takes us to the golf club where he serves as president. I tell him I cannot leave Florida without seeing a gator, so we go driving on the golf course to find some... Gregoire is driving the back cart. This is a big thrill for him since he doesn't h

We do see crocs. Here you see one behind me and Greg on hole eleven.

Lloyd points out some egrets. He likes to point things out. Actually he is an serious fisherman in the everglades and really does have a keen eye for things in the landscape. My eyes however are highly tuned for being the first to spot a Q train coming.

at the club

Morning view looking down the side of our condo. Water in Biscane bay must be full of oil on account of the docks.

Back to WORK. This night me and Gregoire had to guard the installation from vandals and thieves, so we had to sleep in the tent, which is pretty much like camping outside in the ghetto (not such a bad one but still...)

Showing the makeshift bed in the polar bear tent. I slept fitfully and was concerned about rats.

Thanksgiving in Miami. This was a workday for us. We stopped for an hour to get food at the only place open: Wendy's: and only the drive through was open.

I had to stand in line with the cars. Finally I got to the window and they told me "no walk-ins," but someone let me claim their car as an ally, so I got my double hamburger thanksgiving meal.

The majestic sculptural pairing by the pool...so hard to photograph.

Our install team was much smaller than in Europe but just as effective. Here is Ian, Eddie, and Gregoire.

placing the polar bear tongue.

Ian Rubinstein vacant lot/ cellphone study...

What can I say, Ian could sell water to a drowning man

First part of the install: placing the polar bear tent

Bringing art into the tent has appealingly PT Barnum vibe

lo-tech

We followed a Fruit truck

Can you see the iguana here?

We were driving along the highway, past many many large iguanas. I caught this one running- looks like a dinosaur.

In the first few days before the shipment came, there was little to do besides go to the beach. They pack the sand down on South Beach and it feels like the moon.

We had escaped the cold, we had made it.

Miami is...nightpool

strange hallway of our condo. Easy to imagine high-level crime in this building- it's such an impersonal luxury.

We are in Miami. Walking in a supermarket I saw this guy here.

Ian and Erin in the tent where Pop Ark will be shown. Erin is the son of David who is managing technical aspects of the project here. Erin doesn't speak, but can communicate through signs.

tensile space

The gallery is calling this "The Green Project" All the art inside and outside the tent (there are 5 artists total: Stephanie Lempert, Xavier Cortada, Janet Biggs, Patrick Mimran and me.

front of the Pop Ark hangar

View of the Biscane Bay water from our 41st floor condo.

Standing up here is a peculiar feeling. The air is perfect, the view is of water and condo towers with tennis courts and pools- like architectural models.

Gregoire "the little Parisian boy" finally made it to Miami.

Driving through Miami, we pass this creative building with these Easter Island-style caryatids.

We also notice these colorful expressions.

Warm skies of Miami- from the open road.

Ian and Gregoire made it to Miami

The light quality is so different down here: that bright Carribean white. You can see why so many New Yorkers have made their way to Florida. In NY in the winter, everyone is dressed in black.

Flying over a civilization that consists of many expansive, boxy-low flat roofed buildings....

The guy in front of me has a nice sculpture on is shoulders.

Steely flight

Closing the ASA down to get these apocalyptic shots. Looks like the work of Marc Handelman