Megayacht art gallery leaves some feeling unwelcome
The Post and Courier
Friday, July 18, 2008
"The rich are different from you and me."- F. Scott Fitzgerald. Lots of buzz has surrounded the eye-catching private yacht SeaFair that has been docked at the Charleston City Marina since earlier this week. The sleek $40 million five-story mega-boat actually resembles a fine piece of sculpture more than a seafaring vessel. But it is a vessel with little soul for the ordinary folk. As a reporter who covers the visual arts, I decided to accept an invitation to have a look at what yacht co-owner David Lester described in a Post and Courier article as "exhibitions that normally exist only in larger cities." The well-designed invitation featured color pictures of jewelry and sculpture and paintings and promised that visitors would "meet purveyors and consumers and discover the latest trends of the flourishing luxury market." When we arrived at the SeaFair, instead of receiving a friendly greeting, a woman immediately informed us, in icy tones, that we had to show a picture I.D. and fill out an extensive form giving all our phone numbers, addresses, e-mails and Web sites. "Now, step back so that I can get your picture," said another young woman, who appeared to belong in an airport inspection line. When so ordered, the well-dressed couple behind us turned on their heels and left. For more on this story see Saturday's Post and Courier.
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Posted by Tammie on July 18, 2008 at 4:25 p.m. (Suggest removal)
So THAT'S what that was that I saw this morning?
Posted by jammanofdi on July 18, 2008 at 5:22 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Pretentious yacht owners?!? No way - especially not here in Charleston, SC. This has to be a misprint...
Posted by Tulane75 on July 18, 2008 at 6:22 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Why would anyone want to go onto that boat in the first place?
Posted by letstakeawalk on July 18, 2008 at 7:09 p.m. (Suggest removal)
@ Tulane75
Did you ever read the short story written several years ago by the local writer (Santos, I think, forgive my memory)? It was when the Egyptian ship was stuck out in the harbor for several weeks on end? The short story imagined that the ship was actually serving as a floating casino, high-dolllar pleasure palace... the Mayor, the Police Chief, and everybody was in on it. They'd be taken out in small boats to gamble and party the night away, and nobody in town would know what was really going on.
Great work of fiction.
(Who collects the sales tax on items sold while the ship is in town? Do they have to get a City business license?)
Posted by letstakeawalk on July 18, 2008 at 10:25 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Jonathan Sanchez, I now remember, was the writer I meant. He now owns Blue Bicycle Books on King...