Photo: Hemingway Walls

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One of my favorite things about Miami is how in tune the city and culture are with the arts. Whether it be the song and dance Rene greets each morning as he plays his congo drum on South Beach, or it be the soulful and colorful foods that aromatize the air; Miami is full of flavor and appreciation for the diverse blend of sights and sounds that have given this city a unique art scene of its own. As I walk through Wynwood I feel like I’m walking through a Hemingway poem. The murals are more than murals; they’re voices of an artist and a city that celebrates artistic expression. I feel liberation, inspiration and a sense of good confusion, if there could ever be such a thing. I can see why Ernest loved Florida; I do as well. It only makes sense for these sights to be accompanied by some words of wisdom from e.h. himself.

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There is freedom awaiting for you,

On the breezes of the sky,

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And if you ask “What if I fall?”

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Oh but my darling,

What if you fly?

-e.h.

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Photos: The Running Publicist.

Wearing: Zara olive trousers, belt and elbow-patch shirt, H&M, sleeveless tee, Bulova watch, Ray-Ban polarized sunnies, Aldo trainers and Emporio Armani black perforated leather backpack.

Location: Wynwood Walls – Miami, Fla.

Photo: A Day at MOMA

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Culture does the soul plenty good, especially when it’s an experience you’ve been yearning for your entire life. MOMA has always been one of those places that has been so accessible that visiting it becomes impossible. After a lifetime of visiting and traveling to New York for work, I was finally able to pay homage to the house that made my impressionist heart skip a beat.

I’ve been to a variety of galleries across the world, from the Louvre to the Museum of Anthropology in D.F. but along with Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, MOMA has had a special place in my heart since I was a child. In school when we would be tasked to come dressed or research our favorite heroes from history, my go-to was always Vincent. I know his life forwards and backwards and contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he was mad but rather he was a hopeless romantic whose passion was limitless. To say the least, Starry Night left stars in my eyes.

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Museum of Modern Art, New York.

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