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F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “My Lost City”

A look at Manhattan as it was from the window of an airplane

“From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

And just as it had been tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful city extending as far as the eyes could see, so now I went to the roof of that last and most magnificent of towers.
Then I understood. Everything was explained. I had discovered the crowning error of the city. Its Pandora’s box.

Full of vaunting pride, the New Yorker had climbed here, and seen with dismay what he had never suspected. That the city was not the endless sucession of canyons that he had supposed, but that it had limits, fading out into the country on all sides into an expanse of green and blue. That alone was limitless.

And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the whole shining ediface that he had reared in his mind came crashing down.

That was the gift of Alfred Smith to the citizens of New York.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, My Lost City: Personal Essays 1920-40

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Lacoste, France

Lacoste, France and the Provençal campus of Savannah College of Art and Design

Studying abroad is a fantasy itself…but SCAD puts the cherry on top of that daydream with their Lacoste, France location, located in the beautiful Provence region.

Walking along the dusty ancient Roman cobblestone streets, I felt as if I was walking in a fairytale: students opening charming blue shutters to their doom rooms in renovated medieval buildings, local rosé wine flows out of bottles and into glasses more often than water, cream colored streets devoid of car clutter lead you to an overlook of the valley full of vineyards, lavender fields, cherry orchards, and rows of sunflowers, people stop by on their evening walk home to join you in your walled courtyard, attracted by the laughter of friends.

It was almost as if time stood still here, frozen in perfect bloom, simplistic in its approach to a beautiful life. Art,  History, Nature, Food, Wine, Friends…. what more do you need? I stood here, I smelled the damp air in the rising sun and looked out over the colors of a Renoir painting and felt the inspiration of so many past.

When you come to Lacoste, you come to the French home of SCAD and the heart of many…

Lacoste, France and the Provençal campus of Savannah College of Art and Design Being shown the way by Violande, who works for SCAD at The Blue Gallery… Lacoste, France and the Provençal campus of Savannah College of Art and Design Lacoste, France and the Provençal campus of Savannah College of Art and Design Lacoste, France and the Provençal campus of Savannah College of Art and Design Continue reading…

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Part III: Berlin

In the 1950s, my grandfather Beck was stationed in Berlin. Growing up as a child, I was always so fascinated by the old black & white photos of him from this era in this place unlike anything I knew on the country roads of Texas. I’ve always wanted to go and walk in his footsteps, to think of him as a young man, his family so far away, the devastation of war in front of him. We walked from East to West, we studied the differences from old photographs. We wandered the streets of Scheunenviertel and Kurfürstendamm. We had pretzels and beer, schnitzel and sauerkraut and look back in time of a city that changed so much.

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Weekend Getaway

Of course there is the romantic idea of Paris – long walks on pristine boulevards, glasses of wine with views of the Seine, and picking up antique treasures at street markets, but for us Paris is so much more. A orgasmic array of beautiful light, a history of our idolized artists, a period of slowing down and reflecting on our work. If New York is loud and proud and fast, then Paris is slow and quiet and introspective…we are newlyweds, we are two artists living and working together, creating ideas and sharing dreams while growing our vision and sometimes we like to enjoy a weekend away, to recharge our souls, a weekend in Paris.

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