Did I unknowingly save the best for last? Maybe.

New York galleries Pierogi and Ronald Feldman Fine Arts and London’s Hales opted to go it alone (as the first two did last year), renting a Wynwood warehouse for their own exhibition rather than joining one of the fairs.

As a result, the three galleries were each able to show many more artists—and many more pieces by each artist. Can’t go wrong with that. There were nearly countless pleasures to enjoy in this space, but—tragically—a grand total of about half a dozen visitors were in house when I stopped by.

Let the litany of faves begin:

Rock Iraq by David Shapiro (Pierogi). God, I love this piece. It’s the inevitability of American cultural hegemony incarnate, is it not? A model soundstage for “Rock Iraq,” an imagined celebrity benefit concert of epic proportions, complete with Porta-potties and kraft services in the back. (Yes, there is a Leon Golub hanging on the wall behind this piece.)

The more I think about it, the more this is the most quietly profane artwork I have seen in a while. Hard to walk away from this without feeling like we’re all complicit, watching American Idol and buying RED t-shirts from the Gap while the world gets colossally screwed up.

APR by David Opdyke (Feldman), made of 822 paper airplanes hung on strings to spell out “One” in the typeface of a one-dollar bill. Again, love—love!—this piece. It’s made of credit card offers received by the artist.

A whole room of Hew Locke’s Mardi Gras-Ganesh-Buddha thingies (Hales), above.

Katy Dove’s You (Hales), an abstract animation of the artist’s watercolor painting set to a chant-like soundtrack (repeating the word “you” over and over again).

William Lamson’s video in which he wears a mask of nails and attempts to blow balloons away from his lethal face. Bittersweet… (Pierogi)

Random: a rooster seen outside the warehouse. This little guy is Wynwood’s answer to Miami Beach’s omnipresent feral cats.