WHIMSY, NOSTALGIA AND SYMBOLISM
Were he in Paris, David Boatwright would be thought a bon vivant, a boulevardier known for his ready smile, his menagerie of hats and a breezy manner.
BREAKING THE MOLD
Most nice Charleston girls were not dissecting corpses and drawing from nude models in 1892. They were busy preparing to lead lives filled with babies and needlework. Sabina Elliott Wells was different.
SIFTING THROUGH PROSE
When I first moved to Charleston more than 30 years ago, I didn’t know the difference between a camellia and a fig tree. To remedy my profound horticultural ignorance, I started reading my way through the gardening section of the Charleston County Public Library.
A PERSONAL TOUCH
When Lois Daughtridge was one of a handful of employees working at The Boutique—a home furnishings, accessories, gift and bridal registry store that has been in downtown Charleston for 60 years—she became known as “the bedding expert.”
INDIE GRANTS HELPS FILMMAKERS
It may not sound like much in an era of $200 million mainstream movie budgets, but the generous five-figure production funding awarded to independent filmmakers by the Indie Grants program can make all the difference in the world.
CURRENTS
What’s New, What’s Happening, What’s Now
FROM OLD COUNTRY TO LOWCOUNTRY
Johns Island, South Carolina, is known for narrow roads that wind beneath canopies of moss-draped oaks through miles of farmland and forest—not so much for a buzzing restaurant scene such as you’d find in downtown Charleston. Yet the island is a natural setting for farm-to-table dining, and Wild Olive has been filling that niche for nearly a decade. The restaurant’s cucina Italiana—Italian kitchen—spins updated Mediterranean classics that showcase the top-quality products of local farmers and fishers.
CURRENTS
What’s New, What’s Happening, What’s Now
HONORING THE PAST
No one ever truly owns an old garden. Caring for one that’s been in existence for centuries— even when no apparent notoriety or historical significance is attached to the property— is a monumental responsibility.
THE FAN MASTER
A visitor from the North recounted, in an anonymous letter in The Hartford Times, how he came across Tobias Scott’s shop on Water Street, near the Battery, in February 1886.
