As blasphemous as that sounds, it’s true. We’ve been to Art Basel parties where we were surrounded by herds of slender, statuesque, and stylish gazelles. Sick, except for the lack of dancing, mingling, or enthusiasm. Sometimes you’re better off finding a party populated by fleshy, sweat-slathered administrative assistants trying to blow off some steam. Regardless of your experience, this fair is a perfect opportunity to embrace Miami’s beauty deflation; a nickel down there is a dime in Washington, D.C.