Miami Heat

Miami is prefab. The experience of the metropolis from end to end is entirely constructed for your pleasure and not much else. The apartment buildings stand on lush stretches of beachfront a block away from cheap tchotchke shops, the humans are beautiful and not entirely made of flesh, the port is packed with hidden contraband. And yet, there is an undeniable charm, a lilt in the air. When I sit at an outdoor South Beach breakfast bar and have my first sip of sweet, thick Cuban coffee in the morning, the sky turns a shade of electric blue that’s all but hallucinogenic as the palm fronds rustle and coo in the salt air. This city is ripe with possibility. And it’s nice when the veneer is stripped back, and you see life in Miami not as we imagine it, but as it is. Thus, I introduce to you the Solaris 44 Open.