Miami is known for it's superficial attractions: chicks, cars and drugs. While stimulants power the nightlife of South Beach, and the daytime is relegated to beach bumming, and making good use of your sexy hotel room, but, come to find out, the art scene has its moments too (who knew?). Art Basel, an annual art convention, has the city popping, but Scion and marketing group Neverstop tapped the town for more than just an art showcase with the all-day art/multi-media hub called WhatmovesyouMiami. During our visit last weekend to the month long installation, the active gallery space showcased the work of collectives the InkHeads and Friends with You, Maya Hayuk, illustrator/animator Adamame, and filmmaker Leo Bridle, and still made doodling room for anyone who could hold a Sharpie (no petty arrests like in NY). We even got involved in the activities by throwing random tags up on the wall and bar, but didn't scrawl the link to our Myspace page like one ambitious visitor. Event curator Howard Goldkrand was all about people being "active users as opposed to passive consumers." Getting open off the free drinks helped get the creative juices flowing to silk-screen t-shirts, make stickers, and fine-tune our DJ skills courtesy of the Scratch Academy. For once, going out in MIA involved being creative with art and not with words like "yo baby, yo baby, yo!" Complex was moved, baby...yo?

Getting picked up in this throwback to my days playing with Tonka trucks was a pretty dope ride.

On the right wall you'll see art by the InkHeads, to the left you'll see Vulcan. Altogether, one big mind trip.

Oh no, what's happening now? We're being attacked by a giant cloud. No that's the work of Friends with You. Whew, finally a friendly face other than an awful sneer from the ladies.

That's much better. Jamil GS's photograph of hip-hop honey Gloria Velez has us at ease.

The pencil is mightier than the sword or pen, depending on the situation of course. This piece etched in lead by one of the InkHeads proves such.

Print-art on foam by Vinnie Ray.

Now let's get down to business: join the mass of visitors who've earned their right to have their "work" stand next to artists that actually get paid for their creativity.

We didn't get into any clubs with go-go dancers, so we settled for a break-dancer.

Three-time DMC world champion DJ Craze impressed the crowd with fancy scratching and thousand dollar moves. He's retired from battling (kind of like Jay-Z retired). 

Beck's deejay, DJ Swamp dons a cloak and gives new meaning to the term "five fingers of death." He killed it.

The future of nightclubs and dj battles thanks to a dj tutorial from the Scratch Academy.

The city was in pandemonium and so was this guy. Go Heat! We New Yorkers gotta rep the east coast any way we can.

In MIA, they'll put rims on anything.

Even on crap.

Rule number one of the G-Code, stop snitchin\'.

It's hot as hell in Miami, even for sleeveless cardigans.

Judging by her headgear, sex is just a bit too forward.

Yo I got the Beetle sittin\' on fishcales.

A fleet of Scions take over South Beach. NY Critical Mass, watch out.

Judging by the finger, I'm not too sure she gave me her real number.

This is the standard for the hotel known as the Standard.

Single serving bed, amongst all else single serving.  

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