Backyard Compositions

Cigars! Clubs! Marching powder! Jeb Bush! Endangered German tourists! Reality porn! Who doesn’t have a soft spot for flamingo-dripping, rope chain-swinging Miami? Well, the author, for starters. And he’s from there. Originally. He fled, you see. But remarkably, the absence has led to a fond heart. And bolstered by some vivid photography, he makes a fair case for those rare moments when the shore is graced by hurricane lines. When sand as white as an Andean slope is pounded by bottle-green A-frames. Then there’s that Eva Mendes thing…