There is a line outside the entrance to Piccadilly Garden in Miami's Design District on this summer Saturday night at 10, but not for the usual clubland reasons. There is no pretentious doorman. There are no partygoers bluffing about who is on the mythical guest list. Instead Trinidad, the pleasant, dreadlocked giant behind the velvet ropes, has created a crawl to inspect the identifications of those entering this pop Eden. He scrutinizes them much the same way assembly line Inspector 23 checks for defects on Fruit of the Loom T-shirts... More >>>