Street Scenes

Street Scenes

Street Scenes

A new MTV Reality Show called Siesta Key premieres July 31st. The scene on the street was nothing short of a gallant Great Gatsby.

Maria Brady of Wedding & Event Design & Coordination and Beth Bronson-Kompothecras of So Staged Event Design + Rentals put on a black-tie fundraiser that was recently held at a gorgeous estate on Siesta Key and was by far the best event I have ever been to. The details astounded and delighted every guest. Women were adorned in bejeweled gowns and roaring twenties headpieces and gloves. Dr. Gary and Beth Kompothecras and their son Alex hosted over 150 guests at their estate home on Siesta Key to help raise funds for autism. Beth and Alex came up with the theme and had some fun planning it all for the lucky few to attend and experience.

As we arrived to the valet, we were greeted with Bellini’s in old fashioned champagne coupes and then asked to take the red carpet which was a true live red carpet. With a female model dressed fully wearing the red carpet! We followed her skirt path past a pristine, very-well cared-for 1933 Rolls Royce Silver Phantom II as old-fashioned paparazzi with the old flashbulb cameras interacted with guests upon arrival. Bellow sounds formed from a jazzy saxophone player playing busker style music. Yes, the tone had been carefully set.

Once we walked up the winding rising entry to the estate, two female models were positioned to each side of the main entry wearing gold lame evening gowns and crystal chandelier headpieces. Both were standing on high risers smiling away as they greeted each guest.

We entered and the entire home had been done in 1920’s décor style. The details simply took our breath away. Everywhere one looked, exquisitely designed décor met your eyes. Beautiful vintage furniture was strategically placed. So Staged has amazing pieces and Maria rents from Beth often. So Staged also built the larger-than-life champagne tower as guests entered their home.

The lavish event provided a menu reminiscent of a 1920s party and included favorites from that era such as ‘Classic’ Deviled eggs, Blinis with Sour Cream & Black Caviar, Baked Oysters Rockefeller, Whole Poached Salmon, and enormous Antipasto and dessert stations.  The catering crew wore bowties, suspenders, and arm garters as they did in the 1920s! As you grazed the decadent array of food, a living female statue painted in metallic gold held a large white globe light and assisted in serving sliced lamb to guests.

Cigarette girls dressed in 1920’s style attire handed out candy cigarettes and chocolate cigars. The pianist played old Ragtime music and later as the champagne flowed, the music changed over to a DJ who continued the ragtime theme then onto everything popular today. The florals were done by staff from So Staged. The arrangements were chosen to go with all white Phalaenopsis orchids as they were very Gatsby like. Cameras were flashing as were the smiles. And as a one last big surprise to push the event way over the top, Maria Brady crafted and coordinated a metallic foil gold confetti drop. It was definitely New Year’s Eve on a Thursday evening on Siesta Key!

Movie Title: Out of Africa

    Movie Title -- Out of AfricaMovie Title — Out of Africa

Out of Africa is Isak Dinesen’s memoir of her years in Africa, from 1914 to 1931, on a four-thousand-acre coffee plantation in the hills near Nairobi. She had come to Kenya from Denmark with her husband whom she didn’t love. After enduring his womanizing behavior, she eventually kicks him out and falls deeply in love with a British adventurer,  the big-game hunter Denys Finch-Hatton.

Enjoy some of the best lines from this brilliantly written movie. {Did not include who spoke which line so you’ll just have to watch this Oscar award winning film!}

Are you quite famous? They stopped the train for you. Well it’s rude not to here.

You’ve caught me snooping. Well it’s not my room. It’s Denys and he won’t mind. That’s the thing about Denys. He doesn’t mind.

That’s a fine kiss goodbye. I’m better at hello.

I wouldn’t run. If you do, she’ll think you’re something good to eat. Do you have a gun? She won’t like the smell of you. Shoot it. She’s had breakfast. Please shoot her. Let’s give her a moment. Oh my God shoot her! How much further did you expect to let her come? A bit. She wanted to see if you’d run. That’s when they decide. A lot like people that way. She almost had me for lunch. Wasn’t her fault, she’s a lion. Well it wasn’t mine. Doesn’t that outfit come with a rifle? It’s on my saddle. Better to keep with you. Your horse isn’t much of a shot!

I like my things. And when you traveled before in your mind, did you carry so much luggage? A man can travel and doesn’t have the need to eat or sleep or entertain. You’re right. And anyway, aren’t you pleased I brought my crystal and my china? And your stories, yes.

What the devil are you doing here? I’m on my way to Delamere. Ridiculous. We don’t send women to war. Well, I’m going. Karen, we really haven’t time for this. You don’t even know where you are. I do now. And you’ll just get lost again. I’m going on Berkeley. Talk to her will you. No. She could be hurt or worse. I imagine she knows that. Right, I tried. Here. Find a spot on the horizon each morning and steer by it. South, southwest. About three days. I see. And don’t worry about us. We’ll be alright. 

I had a compass from Denys to steer by he said. But later it came to me that we navigated differently. Perhaps he knew as I did not that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.

I still have your compass. Why don’t you keep it. You’ve earned it. Besides, I don’t always want to know where I am going anyway. Well, please don’t let me keep you. Are you alright? Yes, take good care Denys. We’re behind a story or two. Yes, when I get back. Back? From where? When you get back I meant.

Hello Denys. Can you join us for a drink? It’s time to find a pillow. Another night then. Have a good Christmas. Christmas. So it is.

You do like to change things don’t you? For the better I hope. I want my coo coo to learn to read. My coo coo. My lemouge. My farm. It’s an awful lot to own isn’t it? I’ve paid a price for everything I own. And what is it exactly that’s yours? We’re not owners here Karen. We’re just passing through. Is life really so damn simple for you Finch Hough? Perhaps I ask less of it than you. I don’t believe that at all.

Did you think you would spend the night? Can’t thanks. I’ve taken up safari work and I’ve got to find a camp. There’s country there you ought to see. It won’t last long now. No, I would be wasting your time. Why don’t you get your things? If you like me at all, you wouldn’t ask me to do this.

What’s your word? Shoo? Is that it? Shoo? Shoo! Shoo! That’s a fine word you’ve got there Baroness.

I don’t know the scientific basis for it but I know you can see further in the African night than any other place and the stars are brighter. 

He was half musscae. That’s what you remember about him. They’re not like anybody else. We think we will tame them but we won’t. If you put them in prison they die. Why? Because they live now. They don’t think about the future. They can’t grasp the idea that they’ll be let out one day. So they die. They’re the only ones out here that don’t care about us. And that is what will finish them. What did the two of you ever find anything to talk about? Nothing.

So, you knew I would come. It’s an early day tomorrow. Why don’t you get some sleep. What happens tomorrow? I have no idea. Good night Karen. 

You would think they would run off. You didn’t. 

Think of that. Never a manmade sound and then Mozart!

Plane flys over. It’s made of cloth. Where will he land? Trick is not to. It must feel amazing.

I can fix that I think. Laugh long and all the while his eyes went to and fro. The devil knows how to roll. Farewell, farewell. Ah you’re skipping verses. Only the dull ones. Farewell, farewell, this I tell to thee wedding guests. This Prayeth well and loveth well both man and bird and beast. Ahhhh. That’s better.

Will it be so different? Hunting for hire? Not for the animals. Well maybe for the animals. Do you really prefer them to people? Sometimes. They don’t do anything halfheartedly. Everything’s for the first time. Hunting, working, mating. It’s only man that does it badly. It’s only man that tires of going through it. He says see here, now I know how you feel about me and you know how I feel about you and we understand each other so let’s lie down and get on with it. 

Why am I here? Because I wanted you to see all this. I wanted to show it to you. I thought you’d understand it. Do you think much about death? I think about getting old. It would be like living with a cranky, demanding old bastard. Well you are a cranky, demanding old bastard.

I need to know how to think about this. Why?

Be careful. When the old map makers got to the edge of the world, they used to write beyond this place, they’ll be dragons. Is that where I am?

When you go away on safari, are you ever with someone else? I’d be with you if I wanted to be with anyone. Do you ever get lonely? Sometimes. Do you ever wonder if I am lonely? No, I don’t. Do you think about me at all? Often. But not enough to come back. I do come back. All the time. What is it? Nothing. Broll has asked me for a divorce. He found someone he wants to marry. I thought we just might do that someday. Divorce? How would a wedding change things? I would have someone of my own. No, you wouldn’t. What’s wrong with marriage anyway? Have you ever seen one you admire? Yes, I have. Many. There are some animals that mate for life. Geese. You know you use the damn animals for your own argument but you won’t let me use them for mine. I’d mate for life. One day at a time. When you go away, you don’t always go on safari do you? No. Just want to be away. It’s not meant to hurt you. It does. Karen, I’m with you because I choose to be with you. I don’t want to live someone else’s idea of how to live. Don’t ask me to do that. I don’t want to find out one day that I’m at the end of someone else’s life. I’m willing to pay for mine. To be lonely sometimes, to die alone if I have to. I think that’s fair. Not quite. You want me to pay for it as well. No, you have a choice and you’re not willing to do the same for me. I won’t be closer to you. I won’t love you more because of a piece of paper.

What you want is impossible Bariness. Yes, it always is.

You’ve ruined it for me ya know. Ruined what? Being alone. Have I?

 

 

Repeating Patterns

Repeating Patterns

Repeating Patterns

Recently broke a trip up by stopping off at St. Mary’s on the Florida/Georgia line. One must take the ferry ride over to Cumberland Island to witness some wild horses running free! You can only experience the island on foot or bike. We chose foot and stopped at one of the campsites to check it out. Loved the repeating patterns in this campsite bathroom of all places! I know, you really wanted to see the running horses, didn’t you?

 

 

 

Starts with a “C” – Cortez

Starts with a "C"

Starts with a “C”

We took a step back in time as we meandered through the charming rows of tin-roofed fishing cottages leading us to the entrance of the 35th annual Cortez Fishing Festival in the historic and quaint Cortez Village. There is lots of really fun people watching, and witnessing them celebrating this event, each other and their love of the sea, as well as all those that live in it, makes this such a unique event.

Proceeds from the two-day event go to the Florida Institute for Saltwater Heritage (FISH) which works to keep 95 acres of mangrove wetlands shoreline on Sarasota Bay, plus a new land parcel in the middle of the FISH preserve, safe and protected from development.

We paid the admittance fee and took immediate cover from the rain inside the Florida Maritime National Museum. While we were perusing the nautical library, singing arose from the wooden rafters and landed softly upon us. We placed our books back and followed the music into the main gallery and spotted four sailors gleefully singing – no instruments, just the tapping of their feet and their alto voices. It was The Shanty Singers, some wearing their sailor hats. We couldn’t help but smile. As soon as the rain took a break, we headed outside to the now thinned-out crowd at the festival.

Crawfish, seafood gumbo, smoked fish, steamed clams, adult beverages served in coconuts and a plethora of beer were served over and over again. Attendees enjoyed country music and bluegrass bands, face painting, boat rides, marine life talks, and area artists showcasing their nautically themed works of art. This event is a gentle reminder of the simpler days and we look forward to it every year – rain or shine!

http://www.scenesarasota.com/magazine/real-t

 

The Good Old Days

If you enjoy the country, a slower pace and way of life, getting a little dirty and wearing a big smile on your face, you’d enjoy Clewiston.

Close to Lake Okeechobee, Clewiston is known as Florida’s “sweetest town” due to the plethora of sugarcane fields! Clewiston is a city in Hendry County, Florida with a mere population of approximately 7,175 give or take a few.

If you do visit, you truly go back in time especially when you stay at the historic Clewiston Inn. It was built in 1938 by the United States Sugar Company to host company executives and visiting dignitaries. Pretty cool eh? The inn is registered as a National Historic Site which I didn’t realize when I stayed there for one quick evening. Sweet Clewiston takes me so far back to my childhood days spent with my grandparents on their 88 acres of land in Filmore, NY. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Absolutely everything, including the music playing on the radio with the windows down as you cruise through the country roads without a care in the world and the wind in your hair. Even when I’m just passing through, I get sucked in and stop along the country ways to photograph God’s great Earth and fondly think of my grandparents. I thank you Mr. Clewiston.

Clewiston

The Good Old Days