Pitchfork has the story in two flavors: high-gloss and standard def:

There’s a kind of guilelessness to Miami: If you’re roaming around wondering if everyone is bullshitting you, they’re not. South Beach has a famously hedonistic vein—all that cocaine and wantonness—but there’s an earnestness to this place, too, a commitment to pleasure, pleasantries, and poolside cocktails delivered on little bamboo trays. Stay up, Miami seems to say. Don’t look down. Don’t look back.

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