Never underestimate the ingenuity of artists in Charleston, especially when they leave the studio and easel for street and façade.
Don’t worry, these artists are not necessarily trigger-happy teenagers with a can of Krylon. Graffiti is a process: scouting for the perfect spot, imagining an appropriate piece for that location, and lastly, but most importantly, finding a way to paint the piece without getting caught.
Although the city’s graffiti scene is young compared to Baltimore, New York and Paris, when it started, it started in full sprint. So much so, in fact, that it quickly caught the attention of the city and those in charge of keeping the peace.
Good graffiti is well thought out, and it should be since the fine for getting caught has more than quadrupled in recent years. There are more police patrolling the city now and, consequently, the number of thought-provoking pieces has declined.
But in this rebellious recession, artists remain optimistic.
“When I see graffiti it creates a feeling of true love. I don’t think that punishment can stop someone when it is a true love,” says Ishmael, the highly-regarded local graffitist who derives his nom de guerre from Daniel Quinn’s novel of the same name.
Local taggers admit that, for a number of reasons, including Charleston’s natural and historic beauty, we’re not a graffiti-friendly city. Although they say that a good graffiti writer knows what is appropriate and inappropriate to write on.
“I have a respect for history. Just because I do graffiti does not mean I hate our city or country,” says a rep of a local graffiti writer crew.
So, why graffiti?
The medium holds more power than a paintbrush and canvas. It is a way to leave your mark, to be seen by a larger audience. It reminds younger kids that there is art in Charleston that exists outside of Rainbow Row or a lonely Palmetto tree and crescent moon.
Of course, there is always the allure of doing something solely because someone in authority told you not to. In this sense, graffiti is an expression of the question everyone thinks at some point, “Well, why can’t I do it?”
It’s a valid question. Artists such as Ishmael and others risk a lot when they ask it.
But graffiti artists are resilient. One nameless artist says, “If you are a true graffiti writer you are never going to stop doing it, no matter what the law is.”
The rules that prohibit this art are the very ones that enable it. After all, there is no rebellion where there are no rules.
See works by Ishmael and other nationally acclaimed graffiti artists at Eye Level Art’s “Familiar Strangers” show on 10/22.
Story by: Seth Amos
Behind every great dish is a chef. The star of the show. The master of the meal.
But behind that chef is someone equally important. The unsung hero of the kitchen who goes by all manner of names, and is there working the line night after night, not asking for (or getting any) public recognition or glory. Chad Stalnaker, Sarah Adams and Daniel Heinz are all one of them.
Hit Blind Tiger on any given afternoon and you’re bound to bite into a juicy burger prepared by Chad Stalnaker. He works under Executive Chef Thad Stuckey and claims to have held at least 20 different food + bev positions in his young career.
“I guess you could just call me a cook,” he says. Stalnaker never went to culinary school. He just needed a gig and picked up his cooking skills on the job.
“You start out doing dishes, then move on to a prep cook or a line cook,” he says. “We’re definitely back there sweating and working the knife right there with the chef.”
While diners relax over the BT’s signature crab cakes, Stalnaker’s at the ready, working to plate the busy Tuesday dinner crowd’s Butcher Steak, mussel and perogie orders.
“I love working here,” Stalnaker says with grin. “The chef has to deal with the orders and the payments; I don’t want to do that stuff. I like working on my own thing.” He may not get to take all the credit, but working the line is exactly where Stalnaker wants to be.
For others, the end goal is their own restaurant and a solid reputation.
Sarah Adams is one such individual. She got her degree at CofC in Religion and Anthropology, but ended up as a prep cook.
“I just needed a job and applied to do prep work at a restaurant in Mt. Pleasant,” she tells us. That job led to a gig at Peninsula Grill and eventually landed her at her current position with James Beard loved Mike Lata at FIG. Whenever you take that first nibble of the John’s Island Tomato Tarte Tatin (sooo good) or sweet corn and field peas, it’s Adams’ hands that have lovingly prepared them.
She arrives to FIG daily at 8am to collect the deliveries from area farmers and preps for the evening’s meal. With the attention the restaurant has garnered, Sarah says you have to be on your ‘A’ game every night, but she loves the challenge and appreciates learning as much as she can from Lata.
“I see myself going further and eventually opening a place like FIG, bistro style,” she says. Until then, she’s just happy to be part of an award
As is Daniel Heinz, the lead line cook at McCrady’s.
“I expedite the four stations and handle the meat,” Heinz explains. He came to McCrady’s after working famed Norman’s Restaurant in Miami.
“I did a lot of research and knew I wanted to work with Sean Brock,” he says. His opportunity came when he volunteered to work for free at the restaurant. He was “hired” within days.
Heinz admits that when you work for a James Beard winner in a highly competitive food + bev town like Charleston, the pressure is always on. “You have to be passionate and be able to get satisfaction from the job every day,” Heinz says he does. He hopes to follow in his boss’s footsteps and one day run a place like McCrady’s that’s all his own.
“Brock was 27, my age, when he became Executive Chef at the Hermitage Hotel. Hopefully when I’m 30, I’ll have my own place.” Heinz may b
e working the line today, but he’s well on his way.
So, while your meal should always be attributed to the vision of its head chef, never forget the men and women slaving on the line to put that meal on your plate. Your unsung heros will never ask for recognition, but just maybe you’ll surprise everyone and give it to them anyway.
Story by: Kinsey Gidick
Photos by: Chrys Rynearson
In a blink-or-you’ll-miss-it storefront near the intersection of Wappoo and 61 sits a veritable treasure trove of Russian, Lithuanian, Czech, Polish and Ukrainian comestibles and paraphernalia. With Greek red caviar, Scottish bangers and English steak and kidney pies thrown in, just so no one’s feelings get hurt.
But unpronounceable grocery items are only about two-thirds of the colorful and exotic inventory to be studied in this unique West Ashley establishment. It usually requires at least three visits to examine all of its contents.
In addition to creatively flavored wines, a respectable selection of beers, chicken and veal pelminis, sour cherry pierogies, lusty loaves of dark breads, a tantalizing array of sausages, cheeses and incredibly rich chocolates, this little Moscovian haven offers these additional amenities for your one-stop shopping convenience:
Video rentals…with a vintage TV and VCR in the corner for instant viewing pleasure.
A library with two stocked bookcases.
A dry goods department with the following inventory: Six ornate throw pillows and one pair of felt bedroom shoes.
A drug store with balsam rubs and other assorted herbal packets.
A newsstand to include gossip mags. Here’s a tip: “Мадонна” is Russian for “Madonna.”
And, as is mandatory in any respectable mini-mall, a mobile phone center, a.k.a. “Jo Ann’s Corner,” where an officious business matron sitting behin
d a card table sells phone minutes to a steady stream of customers with their new found riches, compliments of the Irish Loans store right next door.
So…if you want to be the star at this year’s neighborhood Fourth
of July cook-out, may we suggest you bring Shinkova frankfurters on whole grain Lithuanian buns, with a side of potato pierogies and sour cream and a six pack of Stone Imperial Russian Stout. When they ask where you found such gustatorial bounty, simply raise your bottle and, with an enigmatic smile, reply, “Nostrovia!”
1727 Ashley River Rd. # 3Charleston, SC 29407
Story by: Cindy Roemer
Photos by: Wendy Mogul
You had me at “bacon marmalade.”
That was the tune at the big opening night soiree of the Wine + Food Festival. If this marks what is to come, we’re in for a great 3-day ride.
Adam Close’s (Blossom) sausage en croute brought you back to your epitomized version of bologna sandwiches when you were a kid. Frank Lee’s (Maverick) butternut squash soup with delicious candied crunchies on top was a warm holiday in your mouth on a cold night. He also came up with our new favorite pairing: duck with black figs. Bob Carter’s (Penninsula Grill) bacon marmalade should be canned, mass produced and slathered on biscuits immediately. Jeremiah Bacon’s (Carolina’s) decadent pork with bone marrow bread pudding was also a standout. Yes, “bone marrow” bread pudding sounds pretty gnarly, but adventurous souls had the last laugh.
The best of the night may have to be Craig Deihl’s (Cypress) totter tots, boiled peanuts and sweet pickled onions (originally meant to be pork rinds, but changed last minute due to the humidity). When asked what exactly “totter tots” were, one chef answers “pig’s head,” while another says “pig’s feet.” When questioned about the discrepancy, Deihl chuckles and does a little song & dance signifying “totters” are “head, shoulders, knees and toes.” There ain’t no part of the pig he’s not using. In fact, he’s sporting a spiffy striped butcher’s apron explaining, “I think I’m butcher worthy.” After trying a totter tot, we can’t disagree.
The most shocking of the night was the Ocean Room/Jasmine table, whose shaved white chocolate dust all over the black table caused some confused rumors of Wine + Food Festival Gone Wild.
Our photographer gives us a nod. There’s something familiar about that red headed/bearded guy over there. OMG it’s Kevin from Top Chef! *Click.*
Cypress James BeardMike Lata’s (FIG) table was out of food 90 minutes in, before many could get a bite. As was Nate Whiting’s (Tristan) and Ken Vedrinski’s (Trattoria Lucca). The only disappointment of the night.
Bob Waggoner was handing out opps to appear on his show, U Cook! with Chef Bob, to a fortunate few. We proudly tell his producer, “Chef Bob’s new show was our first CHARLIE story!” Waggoner follows it up with his usual wit saying, “It’s been a long time since a woman said I was her first.”
Was that a guest pulling out tupperware? Opening Night to go, apparently.
Brett McKee (Oak) disses nice, heavy beers and tells us about his love of good ‘ole Michelob Ultra. In fact, he’s got a six pack behind his booth. He jokes about his “beer wench” following him around with his sixer wherever he goes. But he’s a softie at heart, admitting that he can’t even hang for the late night W+F parties that start in the early hours. Suuuuure.
Chefs start eating their food and pulling out beer bottles. Guests start asking for autographs in their shiny cookbooks. The lounges start filling with weary feet.
Sean Brock (McCrady’s) tells us about last night’s dinner when Top Chef Richard Blais freeze dried mustard beurre blanc, cut it in thick strips, wrapped it in “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” wrappers and shaved it table side. Siiiiigggghh we missed it.
Apparently there was a silent auction but who on earth noticed that? Guests’ conversations varied from food-focused (“I smell butter.”) to social-focused (“What do you do?” “Whatever it takes darling…”). Quentin Baxter and band rounded out the food, wine and convo under the beautifully posh tents.
ahhhh…goodbye Opening Night. Bring on the rest.
No one said that painting was easy.
Shhh, listen carefully. We’re going to let you in on a little secret: just because no one said it was easy, doesn’t mean it’s hard. The trick? Think positive.
“I can’t paint,” is a statement that prevents action. “I am learning to paint,” is a statement that implies action. This simple concept is the genius behind Robert Maniscalco’s artistic workshop, The Power of Positive Painting. Of course this concept can be applied to anything you aspire to do – play an instrument, golf, juggle balls of fire – but for now, we’re focused on the paint brush. And lucky for us, one man is already paving the way.
Charleston based artist, Robert Maniscalco, has been teaching since he was a young buck of 20. Over the years, he has developed a method of painting titled, you guessed it, The Power of Positive Painting. This method focuses on creating forward momentum by eliminating the fear behind creation.
During 2-3 day workshops, students begin by learning the essentials: brush handling, color mixing and training your eye to see light. These fundamentals teach students how to use values to create the illusion of form. Once his students become familiar with these basic techniques, that’s when the fun begins. That’s when art happens.
“Art always happens while you are trying to do something else,” says Maniscalco. When students focus on structure instead of the finished product, they free themselves to create.
The underlying theme to The Power of Positive Painting, no matter your experience level (he teaches all skill levels) or medium (he works with multiple mediums including drawing and mixed media), is progression. Push yourself to the next level, take action, challenge yourself to try something new. Robert’s doors are always open to anyone ready to tackle progress.
So, if you are a professional artist, an aspiring artist, or have ever had the smallest inclination to try and paint something other than the wall in your bedroom, Maniscalco and The Power of Positive Painting will take you to the next level. Whatever level your mind is open to.
A word to the wise: Start with paint brushes. Then move to juggling balls of fire.
The Power of Positive Painting
Story by: Tara Miller
Photos by: Meredith Siemens
The fair has arrived, ghost tours are packed and the chill in the air (measuring 80º) is here to stay. Get on your pumpkin party pants because it’s Halloween in Charleston. But forget the same old pumpkin patches and decorating tips. Here are our best bets for you to have a terrifyingly fun Halloween:
Two great parties for the 20′s-40′s crowd:
-The Dark Arts Ball. Eye Level Art’s giant warehouse is the perfect spot for a spooky bash and that’s exactly what it will become, transformed by “interactive” art installations and haunting murals. The party comes equipped with music, a burlesque show by the spicy sounding Red Hot Rebelettes, food and an open bar. $50, 10pm.
-Haunted Harborfest. The Vue puts on a concert for the books with Soothsayer, Manic Motion, Chronicles of Landsquid and others. Derek Vincent Smith of Pretty Lights will be performing 3-4am or later. Red bull is a must for this rager. $30 ($10 off with a Pretty Lights Music Farm stub), 10pm-4am.
Pet Costume Contest
Nothing is funnier than a cat in a toupee. Except maybe a dog in a hot dog bun. Or a pig in a [insert Halloween costume here]. You get the point. Pets in costume are hilarious. From noon-7pm on the big day, bring your pets to King Street Studios (157 King) for a costume contest. Each participant gets a free 5×7 print of their furry friend, and the winner (voting will be open to the public online) gets a 16×20 signature canvas print.
Sugar Bake Shop and Mac & Murphy are teaming up to host a trick-or-treating extravaganza in Cannonborough from 4-7pm. They’re working with neighborhood shops and homes to create a safe, mapped out progressive style candy hunt. No telling exactly how this will shape up, but if Sugar Bake Shop is handing out their heart shaped cookies with pink frosting, you’ll want to be the first in line. Maybe stand on you
r knees under a ghost sheet to blend in.
Nathan Durfee HalloweenRocky Horror Picture Show
For all you Rocky Horror Picture Show fanatics out there, you’re likely already in line for the Terrace Theater’s midnight screening and Halloween party. And don’t miss the final performance of the Charleston Ballet Theatre’s adaptation of the cult classic. Costumes on.
Food Can Be Scary
Our top three haunted restaurant picks are:
– Home Team BBQ’s Album Showcase at 10pm. Come to hear your favorite album “in costume,” as a band recreates it in its entirety. On Sully’s, The Sundogs put a country twist on Nirvana’s Nevermind ($5); in W. Ashley, Jamie McLean Band dresses up Tom Petty’s Full Moon Fever ($8).
– Blu’s all-things-Michael-Jackson bash from 8pm – midnight. Prizes for best costume include: Most Original, Sexiest (blech) and Scariest.- Predator & Prey dinner at Fish. Horror movie meets fine dining, each course will highlight a predator and its prey (think crab & shrimp, triggerfish & squid). A host to Charleston Ballet’s Rocky Horror after parties, expect to see some over-the-top costumes and decor.
Costumes of 2009
We’ll leave you with the top Halloween costumes/themes thi
s year (gathered from Tweet-stalking). May it help spur some ideas for you procrastinators. What will you be this year? Leave a comment and let us know!
#5. Miss Swine Flu 2009 (gown, tiara, box of tissues, pig snout)
#4. Celebrities: Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, Patrick Swayze
#3. Balloon Boy
#2. Movies: Alice in Wonderland, Where The Wild Things Are, Twilight
#1. And the top theme is…Homemade! The rotten economy will likely result in the best Halloween costumes ever. Creative and made from scratch. Get out your needle and thread.
Happy Halloween from all of us at CHARLIE!
You know those people who can captivate an audience just by walking into a room? The folks who have an inherent ability to brighten an otherwise humdrum day? They’re the kinds of folks who would stir up envy, if they weren’t just so darn objectively fascinating.
Well, that’s Christi Page. She flashes a gorgeous smile the minute you meet her, and will keep it going as she talks about her job, her passions, the weather…pretty much any component of everyday conversation. The only possible way to get her to light up even more is to ask about the love of her life.
weddingOf course, he was that kind of person, too. Trip caught Christi’s eye the minute she walked into Henry’s Bar & Restaurant during a night out downtown, and it’s been said that his funeral – where she said goodbye on the exact date of their two-year wedding anniversary – had the second highest attendance of any funeral in Charleston’s recent history. Her brothers adored him. Friends admired him. Colleagues and neighbors looked up to him.
Christi beams as she talks about the “incredible man” she married: a self-made, successful engineer who managed to nurture a love for surfing while putting himself through school.
“At the time,” she says of those grief-filled days following his sudden death, “I just couldn’t think of anything to do.”
So she started an endowment scholarship fund at The Citadel, where Trip earned his Professional Engineer’s License and had been working toward his Masters of Business. She put together a small golf tournament to help raise funds for what she hopes will someday be a full ride scholarship, and returned to her job as a retail manager at Stella Nova. She became an outspoken advocate of seat belt safety to help spare others the tragic mishap that cost her husband his life when, in exhaustion, he simply forgot to buckle up for the two-mile drive to their hotel.
In pouring her blood, sweat and tears into her beloved husband’s legacy, Christi ended up giving life to one of the nation’s only music festivals to benefit a community in need. On Saturday, Blues Traveler, Sol Driven Train, Dangermuffin and other regional and national bands will take over Joe Riley Stadium for Charleston’s inaugural Shinefest.
loungeIn many ways, the day-long event will resemble big outdoor music fests popular in metropolitan areas around the country. Cold brews, rockin’ performances and a VIP lounge will all be a part of the mix. But where most festivals are money-makers, this one is all for a cause: In keeping Trip’s legacy alive, Christi’s dedicating 100 percent of the day’s proceeds to charity. Half will go to The Trip Page Endowment Scholarship, half to the Charleston County School District.
And when it ends, the new Trip Page Education Initiative will work year-round to bring in even bigger names and more sponsors. If Christi has her way, which we’re confident she will, this year’s festival is going to be the start of something incredible.
Details: Saturday, October 17, noon – 9 p.m., Cost: $45 at the door, $100 for VIP access to open bar and food catered by Shine.
It started as a whisper: One lone professor and a small group of mentees. A little table set up on a small college campus, where passersby received a handful of flyers on a celebratory day few had heard of.
My, how things have changed.
Get ready for a new kind of festival in Charleston, because September 20 launches Peace One Day. Charleston Peace One Day, that is. A local celebration that’s gained ground so rapidly that some 50 nonprofits, artists, businesses, athletes, church groups and others are clamoring to get on board.
It’s our own local version of the United Nation’s International Day of Peace, a 24-hour observance of global ceasefire and nonviolence. In 2008, it was a day when Afghanistan soldiers and Taliban militants reportedly put down their weapons. It was a time when temporary demilitarization made way for the delivery of 1.8 million much-needed vaccinations, and when villages otherwise ravaged by violent conflict received food and water from relief groups.
In Charleston, it’s a day when we can all put aside our differences and take a good, hard look at what peace and conflict resolution can do for the Lowcountry. True, our cities don’t experience damaging food shortages, and the last war that ransacked the area was the one that, thankfully, ended slavery. Yet too many of our residents are going hungry, and we see unfortunate incidents of violence and animosity all the time.
It was these reasons and many others that College of Charleston professor Reba Parker had in mind when she – together with that small table of students – started the movement to bring something new to Charleston. Within three years, her group has turned a passion for peace into a full-blown community organization. Their nonprofit is now working year-round to promote intercultural cooperation and non-violence, Lowcountry style.
And, of course, to plan the many events that together make up Charleston Peace One Day.
We’re talking about a two-month, peace-themed installment in Charleston’s WALK gallery. A day-long festival that’ll transform Brittlebank park into a lively collection of local bands and artists, a Kids Global Village with peace-building activities and a free-to-all soccer tournament where teams are built based on differences.
But don’t go expecting a series of solemn, sedate observances. This is, after all, a day to celebrate peace. It all wraps up with an after party at the Music Farm (8 p.m., $10 at the door). You’ll get a chance to watch live videos of peace building initiatives taking place throughout the world, and maybe catch a glimpse of long-time Peace One Day supporting celebs like Jude Law and Angelina Jolie.
So remember: Sunday, September 20. The start of a new Lowcountry legacy.
BePeaceful.org and PeaceOneDay.org
A director from Venezuela. A past College of Charleston professor. A former hospital volunteer.
Their backgrounds are about as varied as Charleston’s shrimp and grits variations, but these folks – along with 13 others – share one very important trait: they help save lives.
Meet the members of the Medical University of South Carolina’s interpreter services team. They spend their days visiting clinics, dropping by birthing rooms and racing to the ER. Never mind the fact that they have little-to-no medical or social work training. They’re still the lifeline for Charleston County’s 11,000 plus Spanish speaking residents. In fact, they’re the area’s only group to provide in-person medical translation.
After spending a recent Monday morning with these caring souls, we’ll be the first to tell you their job’s not an easy one. Like many of the hospitals’ physician teams, the Interpreter Services office is always open, through daybreaks, weekends and holidays.
Together, the team attends an average of 2,430 doctors appointments every month. They pray with terminal patients, encourage mothers during labor and speak with mentally ill individuals. They’ve translated more than 5,000 medical documents, and have gotten to know many of the hospital’s regulars.
And that’s not even including the department’s two sign language video machines (the state’s first for deaf patients) or its phone system equipped to translate another 27 — yes, 27 — languages.
To an outsider, the pace is a bit dizzying. Or it would be, if it weren’t for the effortless pace at which the interpreters move. In fact, these guys are probably some of the only staffers who can expertly maneuver MUSC’s confusing maze of hallways and buildings.
And yet, the six on-call staffers we met seemed nothing but happy to be at work. A bit tired, no doubt, but conspiciously content.
One tells the story of a little boy’s mother, and the satisfaction it gave him to answer her worried questions during her son’s chemotherapy. Another talks of heartbreaking racial crimes and the relief that comes when they translate the words “she’ll be o.k.”
Without interpreters, these non-English speaking patients might have no idea what’s happening to them. Or worse, their doctors could have a difficult time diagnosing dangerous symptoms.
Maybe that’s why they’re all so well-known throughout the medical university. On his way back from an epidural appointment, Sam Cogdell — a long-time presence — is stopped by a young man who recognizes him.
“Hello amigo,” the man says, a huge grin on his face as he spots Sam. He asks for directions to another area of the hospital, then turns to walk away.
He takes two steps, stops and turns around. “Gracias,” he says. Another three steps, another “gracias.” A final “muchas gracias,” and he’s on his way.
Sam turns and continues down the hall, over a walkway, down an elevator, through a passage and finally back to his office. In the 25 minutes he was gone, another interpreter’s disappeared, his abandoned breakfast a sign he left quickly to help another patient.
Sam sits at his computer to get in a little work before the next call comes and he’s off to help another patient. Maybe even help save a life.
17 days and 17 nights. Today – June 7. More than 120 performances. Not to mention the entirety of Piccolo Spoleto. And Piccolo Fringe. Opera, theater, dance, musical theater, chamber/symphonic/choral/jazz music, local talent, international talent, parties, celebrations…Charleston’s premiere arts festival can be overwhelming! Whether you’re ticket-shy due to costs or you’re ready to splurge like a true Spoletian but exhausted simply trying to whittle down the programming schedule, CHARLIE’s here to help.
Welcome to a little installment we like to call “The Ultimate Guide to your Spoleto Spend ’09.”
**note: All ticket prices listed below are at the lowest price point. This is the key. Cheap seats. More shows. Trust us.
How to best spend $100 during Spoleto
Piccolo Spoleto’s Sunset Serenade (tonight at 8pm). Charleston Symphony jamming big band hits on the steps of the Custom House. Free!
Don John. Sexy, steamy, big buzz. $25
Addicted to Bad Ideas. Any musical theater group who has thousands of die-hard “Infernite” fans following them around the country must be pretty amazing. $32
Festival Finale. It’s the best. $15
Spoleto Special “Picnic in a Bag” from Ted’s for Finale, because you need some cheese, meat, grapes and wine for the complete experience. $25
Piccolo Spoleto Finale. Local music at Hampton Park. Free!
Grand Total: $97
How to best spend $500 during Spoleto
In addition to the above…
SCENE Membership (for the 20 and 30-somethings), giving you entry into all the parties. $100
New party dress or suit at Hampden Clothing, Billy Reid or another snazzy local shop. $150 (you’ll have to dig, but you can find something at this price at both of these fantastic stores)
Noche Flamenca. It’ll have your heart pounding. $30
Punch Brothers. These five young and incredibly talented musicians are sure to be a Festival favorite. $25
Jake Shimabukuro. Ukulele on steroids will have your mouth dropped open. $25
Dogugaeshi. Puppet master at work again. $30
Dinner at Muse for its Prix-Fixe Spoleto menu, because you’ll feel just like you’re in Spoleto, Italy. $35 (including tip)
Grand total: $492
How to best spend $1,000 during Spoleto
In addition to the above…
Opening Weekend Gala. Fancy, shmancy fun. $400 (includes the opening performance of Alvin Ailey)
Story of a Rabbit. Complex, thought-provoking and surprisingly light-hearted. $32
Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet. It’s going to be a-m-a-z-i-n-g. $10
Post-show dinner at Charleston Grill for Late Night Spoleto Dinner and Jazz, because it’s a show in itself: combining eats (three-courser) with music stylings from local jazz star Quentin Baxter. $59 (including tip)
Grand Total: $993… and priceless.