As Edison knows, what good is celebrating your birthday—unless you can share it with 500 of your closest nightlife habitués, models, designers, cabaret performers, photogs, and other assorted nocturnal denizens.  His face was everywhere, the invite fluttering up and down Washington Avenue.  Mind you, this is a guy who’ll give you the shirt off his back—as in swag bags with tees from Underdog Denim and FACA.  We’re talking butter soft tees—as well as free vodka.  The club was packed.  Once known as Amika (and before that, Shadow Lounge), 1532 Washington is now Dream, all gussied up in bordello red, which suits the club’s new tagline: “Reality is overrated.”  Try surreal instead—for the night was nothing if not another one of those good old-fashioned Miami Beach cat-walking, tail-shaking, ass-cracking, nude-strutting, camel-toed, sidesplitting, crowd-pleasing free-for-alls.  Just another night on the Beach, as they say—and thank heavens that Edison was around to play host. 

Downstairs, DJ Le Brion was bouncing off the walls, inciting the crowd, which had surrounded the catwalk for the Underdog Denim fashion show.  Chyna was in the house, as was Mykel Stevens (Back Door Bamby? Hello?), and that irrepressible girl wonder, Holly—and even Mister Michael Adorable Superman made a walk-through (fresh off his cameo at Black Party in New York).  The lights went down—and the sound went up—and suddenly there were four hottie boyz showcased in four glass-enclosed booths.  Streaked in blue, red, and violet, like a walk through post-apocalyptic Miami, the models slunk and strutted down the runway.  Hot boyz in their undies—for the crowd’s delectation: I’ll take one of that, and one of him— 

Then there was anarchy on the runway as the catwalk opened up: to a Russian robber baron werking fur, and a forked-tongue ringmistress swathed in white ermine and fox—as well as a strip-teasing, bare-naked, booty-baring girlboy.  And woe to those who left before the next show: a warped and deliciously twisted cabaret number done to “Diamonds (Are a Girl’s Best Friend)” performed by the soon-to-be stars of the Monday night show premiering at Dream on the 21st of April.  Imagine the KitKat Club appearing at le Moulin Rouge, with a soupcon of Spiegelworld, and a dash of the nasty—and you’ve got Mykel Stevens’s latest hit: Chat Noir Club.  It’s the sort of place where Dita Von Teese trashes it up with Lady Bunny and Joey Arias—and where all bets are off.  It sounds like Miami Beach’s latest litter box—and leave it to Edison Farrow to kick it up first.  Happy Birthday, Edison—the Beach’s own Pied Piper, leading us to the next party.