CCCV is the Roman numeral for 305. CCCV is a new generation of artists under 30 that makes work for, about, or in Miami. CCCV is the Miami New Wave. CCCV is the depth and truth behind convenient caricatures of saints and santeros, behind quinces and salsa and barbeques and booty bass, fake tits and rollerblades. CCCV tells Miami stories for local sensibilities and a global audience. CCCV is the intangible well of creation from which the vast array of Miami artists draw their energy. CCCV is avacado-and-mamey-colored houses, two blocks from 23 bedroom 15 bathroom and too many tacky statue mansions, two blocks from floor to ceiling glass views of Biscayne Bay condos, blocks from makeshift villages under the 95. CCCV is a drink containing Bacardi rum and Jupiña, and it is mad good. CCCV is graduating from Yale with 305 shaved into your dome, a fade at the Kennedy Center, T-Pain and Juanes calling a 786 number to direct their next video. CCCV is not Miami Vice. CCCV is not Bad Boys 2. CCCV is not Burn Notice or Scarface. CCCV is not reggaeton, but it could be. CCCV is what some of the best artists in the world miss when they work in New York and Los Angeles and Berlin. CCCV is a cautionary tale. CCCV has Liberty City in flames and the Freedom Tower overcrowded and “will the last American to leave Miami please bring the flag” and the dead Tequesta and the bleeding out of the Everglades in the back of it’s mind. CCCV is la lucha, perpetually. CCCV is Fitzgerald, Trick Daddy, Nietzsche, Rick Ross, Baldwin, Pitbull, Marti, Quicktime codecs and theoretical physics over a game of dominos, bro. CCCV is getting the hell out of here but never really leaving. CCCV is an entire generation of artists informed and inspired by Miami’s idiosyncratic culture whether they like it or it, coming into their own at once, together. CCCV is not a scene. CCCV says fuck the politics and the animosity and competition and bureaucracy of our fathers and established scene and just create, just love. CCCV is a marketing tool. CCCV plans to sell out, and bring CCCV with it. CCCV rep CCCV. CCCV is tired of talking, tired of potential, tired of emerging. We are young, we are hungry, we are doing it, we are bringing it back home. We are CCCV. CCCV is Miami.
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CCCV is the Roman numeral for 305. CCCV is a new generation of artists under 30 that makes work for, about, or in Miami. CCCV is the Miami New Wave. CCCV is the depth and truth behind convenient caricatures of saints and santeros, behind quinces and salsa and barbeques and booty bass, fake tits and rollerblades. CCCV tells Miami stories for local sensibilities and a global audience. CCCV is the intangible well of creation from which the vast array of Miami artists draw their energy. CCCV is avacado-and-mamey-colored houses, two blocks from 23 bedroom 15 bathroom and too many tacky statue mansions, two blocks from floor to ceiling glass views of Biscayne Bay condos, blocks from makeshift villages under the 95. CCCV is a drink containing Bacardi rum and Jupiña, and it is mad good. CCCV is graduating from Yale with 305 shaved into your dome, a fade at the Kennedy Center, T-Pain and Juanes calling a 786 number to direct their next video. CCCV is not Miami Vice. CCCV is not Bad Boys 2. CCCV is not Burn Notice or Scarface. CCCV is not reggaeton, but it could be. CCCV is what some of the best artists in the world miss when they work in New York and Los Angeles and Berlin. CCCV is a cautionary tale. CCCV has Liberty City in flames and the Freedom Tower overcrowded and “will the last American to leave Miami please bring the flag” and the dead Tequesta and the bleeding out of the Everglades in the back of it’s mind. CCCV is la lucha, perpetually. CCCV is Fitzgerald, Trick Daddy, Nietzsche, Rick Ross, Baldwin, Pitbull, Marti, Quicktime codecs and theoretical physics over a game of dominos, bro. CCCV is getting the hell out of here but never really leaving. CCCV is an entire generation of artists informed and inspired by Miami’s idiosyncratic culture whether they like it or it, coming into their own at once, together. CCCV is not a scene. CCCV says fuck the politics and the animosity and competition and bureaucracy of our fathers and established scene and just create, just love. CCCV is a marketing tool. CCCV plans to sell out, and bring CCCV with it. CCCV rep CCCV. CCCV is tired of talking, tired of potential, tired of emerging. We are young, we are hungry, we are doing it, we are bringing it back home. We are CCCV. CCCV is Miami.
CCCV is the Roman numeral for 305. CCCV is a new generation of artists under 30 that makes work for, about, or in Miami. CCCV is the Miami New Wave. CCCV is the depth and truth behind convenient caricatures of saints and santeros, behind quinces and salsa and barbeques and booty bass, fake tits and rollerblades. CCCV tells Miami stories for local sensibilities and a global audience. CCCV is the intangible well of creation from which the vast array of Miami artists draw their energy. CCCV is avacado-and-mamey-colored houses, two blocks from 23 bedroom 15 bathroom and too many tacky statue mansions, two blocks from floor to ceiling glass views of Biscayne Bay condos, blocks from makeshift villages under the 95. CCCV is a drink containing Bacardi rum and Jupiña, and it is mad good. CCCV is graduating from Yale with 305 shaved into your dome, a fade at the Kennedy Center, T-Pain and Juanes calling a 786 number to direct their next video. CCCV is not Miami Vice. CCCV is not Bad Boys 2. CCCV is not Burn Notice or Scarface. CCCV is not reggaeton, but it could be. CCCV is what some of the best artists in the world miss when they work in New York and Los Angeles and Berlin. CCCV is a cautionary tale. CCCV has Liberty City in flames and the Freedom Tower overcrowded and “will the last American to leave Miami please bring the flag” and the dead Tequesta and the bleeding out of the Everglades in the back of it’s mind. CCCV is la lucha, perpetually. CCCV is Fitzgerald, Trick Daddy, Nietzsche, Rick Ross, Baldwin, Pitbull, Marti, Quicktime codecs and theoretical physics over a game of dominos, bro. CCCV is getting the hell out of here but never really leaving. CCCV is an entire generation of artists informed and inspired by Miami’s idiosyncratic culture whether they like it or it, coming into their own at once, together. CCCV is not a scene. CCCV says fuck the politics and the animosity and competition and bureaucracy of our fathers and established scene and just create, just love. CCCV is a marketing tool. CCCV plans to sell out, and bring CCCV with it. CCCV rep CCCV. CCCV is tired of talking, tired of potential, tired of emerging. We are young, we are hungry, we are doing it, we are bringing it back home. We are CCCV. CCCV is Miami.
CCCV is the Roman numeral for 305. CCCV is a new generation of artists under 30 that makes work for, about, or in Miami. CCCV is the Miami New Wave. CCCV is the depth and truth behind convenient caricatures of saints and santeros, behind quinces and salsa and barbeques and booty bass, fake tits and rollerblades. CCCV tells Miami stories for local sensibilities and a global audience. CCCV is the intangible well of creation from which the vast array of Miami artists draw their energy. CCCV is avacado-and-mamey-colored houses, two blocks from 23 bedroom 15 bathroom and too many tacky statue mansions, two blocks from floor to ceiling glass views of Biscayne Bay condos, blocks from makeshift villages under the 95. CCCV is a drink containing Bacardi rum and Jupiña, and it is mad good. CCCV is graduating from Yale with 305 shaved into your dome, a fade at the Kennedy Center, T-Pain and Juanes calling a 786 number to direct their next video. CCCV is not Miami Vice. CCCV is not Bad Boys 2. CCCV is not Burn Notice or Scarface. CCCV is not reggaeton, but it could be. CCCV is what some of the best artists in the world miss when they work in New York and Los Angeles and Berlin. CCCV is a cautionary tale. CCCV has Liberty City in flames and the Freedom Tower overcrowded and “will the last American to leave Miami please bring the flag” and the dead Tequesta and the bleeding out of the Everglades in the back of it’s mind. CCCV is la lucha, perpetually. CCCV is Fitzgerald, Trick Daddy, Nietzsche, Rick Ross, Baldwin, Pitbull, Marti, Quicktime codecs and theoretical physics over a game of dominos, bro. CCCV is getting the hell out of here but never really leaving. CCCV is an entire generation of artists informed and inspired by Miami’s idiosyncratic culture whether they like it or it, coming into their own at once, together. CCCV is not a scene. CCCV says fuck the politics and the animosity and competition and bureaucracy of our fathers and established scene and just create, just love. CCCV is a marketing tool. CCCV plans to sell out, and bring CCCV with it. CCCV rep CCCV. CCCV is tired of talking, tired of potential, tired of emerging. We are young, we are hungry, we are doing it, we are bringing it back home. We are CCCV. CCCV is Miami.
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