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How to Be the Perfect Summer House Guest

ENTERTAINING, GIFT GUIDES, TRAVEL, MAY16, STYLEJess Graves
The summer kicks off at One Eared Stag's annual rosé dinner, which takes place each year the Thursday evening before Memorial Day Weekend in Atlanta. Photo: Henri Hollis

The summer kicks off at One Eared Stag's annual rosé dinner, which takes place each year the Thursday evening before Memorial Day Weekend in Atlanta. Photo: Henri Hollis

Hello, summer! The long weekend is out ahead, full of sunny potential. As you double-check your packing list and prepare to muck your way through the clogged highways en route to the coast, mountains or lake, did you remember to grab a gift for your hostess? If you're a dinner or day guest, a few good, cold bottles of rosè should do the trick, but if your stay exceeds three days, I think it's nice to arrive with something a little more thoughtful and substantial in-hand. These are a few of my favorites:

 

1. A custom rubber stamp with the residence address is even more thoughtful when gifted with a pretty ink pad. (35.00, on Etsy) 2. Who says the hostess can't treat herself? This portable seersucker hammock begs for shady afternoon snoozes. (199.00, at Yellow Leaf Hammocks) 3. The perfect weekender, period. (165.00, at Cuyana) 4. Playing cards for after-dinner games. (15.00, at Misc. Goods) 5. A cheery plastic beach tote crafted in Guatemala. (Retailers at Palorosa Project) 6. The cuddliest throw you'll ever feel. (79.00 on current Nordstrom Anniversary Sale) 7. A chic Panama hat that goes way beyond basic. (330.00, at Mille) 8. Portable tunes for the outdoors. (179.00, on current Nordstrom Anniversary Sale) 9. Appropriate mugs for the ubiquitous return of Moscow mules. (11.98, on current Nordstrom Anniversary Sale) 10. The best soap, ever. Who knew sea salt could smell so great? (8.04, at Amazon)


The Cool Girl's Guide to Charleston

PEOPLE, SEPT15, STYLE, TRAVEL, TRAVEL GUIDESJess Graves
Troubadour clothing designer Lindsey Carter tries on earrings at Candy Shop Vintage in Charleston, South Carolina.

Troubadour clothing designer Lindsey Carter tries on earrings at Candy Shop Vintage in Charleston, South Carolina.

Words: Lindsey Carter | Photos: Amanda Greeley

Charleston-based fashion designer Lindsey Carter is the creative force behind beloved cool-girl-uniform line Troubadour. Follow her intimate photo tour through a handful of the city's most interesting and pretty haunts, nooks and crannies.

 

1. SHOPPING AT CANDY SHOP VINTAGE

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"One of my favorite places to browse is Candy Shop Vintage on Cannon Street. The store carries a mix of vintage and their own line of newer pieces, including Charleston Rice Beads. Ask for designer and owner Deirdre Zahl."

 

2. WALKING AND BIKE RIDES ON TRADD STREET & DOWNTOWN, SOUTH OF BROAD

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"One of my favorite streets, and a very Charleston-esque one is Tradd Street. All of the houses are really close up to the curb. I love to go down Tradd, especially if we are riding bikes with the kids. Reminds me that we live in such a beautiful place. On Tradd Street, like most streets south of Broad Street, people take extreme care of their houses. Every one is like a postcard. Crepe myrtles hang over many of the scenic downtown houses. It's absolutely stunning when they all come into bloom."

 

3. PIT STOP FOR COFFEE AT THE DAILY

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"I always hit the pick up bar at The Daily. I love to grab a latte and peruse their wines while I'm waiting. I can always find a good bottle to gift. In my race to work in the mornings, and almost the only time I have a second to myself between work and the twins, I will pick up my lunch from their grocery section. They have an amazing kale salad - it's made Thai-style with ginger and crushed peanuts. Comfort is key those days. In warm weather (which sometimes lasts as long as November here), I'm almost always in easy shoes, like platform slip-ons, with Troubadour dresses." 

 

4. WEEKEND BRUNCH AT PARK CAFE

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"On the weekends you can find us at Park Cafe for Sunday Brunch. Xan, the owner, is always there to greet you. Though the creamy kale and avocado toast is high on my list, I'll occasionally indulge in a fried egg sandwich - the brioche bun is amazing."

 

5.GRABBING A GIFT AT WORTHWHILE

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"I think Worthwhile is one of the biggest hidden treasures of the King Street retail scene. When you walk in you immediately just get "that feeling." They very much create an experience. Worthwhile carries clothing, books, shoes, candles and various other treasures - most from obscure lines only available locally at their shop."


The Drinker's Guide to Nashville

JULY15, BOOZE, TRAVEL, TRAVEL GUIDESJess Graves
The bar at Rolf & Daughters.

The bar at Rolf & Daughters.

Words: Jess Graves | Photos: Jamie Clayton

Two intrepid drinkers quench their thirst at Nashville's finest watering holes in the name of journalism.


Nobody ever really teaches you how to drink. It is, like anything, trial and error. Some people manage alright, some don't. Then, there are those inexplicable souls who can toss enough alcohol down their gullet to immobilize Shaq while somehow managing to remain not only upright, but downright likable. Jamie Clayton, my Nashville, Tenn., source, photographer and partner in crime, is one such soul. I am not. Despite being a mediocre drinker (at best), I still like to do it, because I am neither interested in rationality or mediocrity, and I take the pleasure of drinking seriously. So I needed an expert by my side, one who could cull through the colossus of the city bar scene with the expert aplomb only a well-hydrated local could provide. In plain language, I needed to tear ass through Nashville, and Jamie was the man for the job. 


8:00 PM
Rolf & Daughters
700 Taylor St. (Germantown)

Our tastebuds fresh, our bellies empty and our composure intact, we logically choose this, the nicest spot on our list, as our first stop of the night. At a glance, Rolf & Daughters is a lot like the other fancy cocktail joints popping up across the country. All your basic stuff is in place: hipster bartenders with intimidating facial hair, house-made bitters, artisanal light bulbs, a nerd-like passion for craft beverages bordering on obsessive. We sit at the bar and map out our game plan: drink as much as possible, eat intermittently to prevent maximum drunkeness. Seems simple enough. I glance at the menu -- the cocktail names, of course, are twee and clever. Jamie has a "Nothing Camparis to You", I order a "Deep Pimmside." We get a passionate dissertation on, and tasting of, their in-house Vermouths (delicious) from a barman with more ink than the Sunday Times. This is a nice joint. It’s not trying too hard, and neither is the crowd, which varies from mom and dad on date night to expensive-looking hipsters. There’s no curtain being pulled back, no manufactured sense of exclusivity. Just good drinks in an intimate, high-end atmosphere.

9:45 PM
The Stone Fox
712 51st Ave. N (The Nations)

As we amble up to The Stone Fox, a girl approaches to tell a long and winding tale about how she scrapped with her girlfriend, got herself punched and booted from the bar. She needs some scratch to get home. Jamie and I raise our eyebrows. Hard pass. Hasn’t she ever heard of Uber? We are heartless. Once inside, I immediately land on the "Babs on a Budget," because I suddenly really need to know what PBR, St. Germain and grapefruit juice taste like together. Pretty good, as it turns out. (Good enough that I procured the ingredients and have been making this drink at home ever since.) Jamie goes up to the bar to retrieve our second round and ends up in a conversation with Brendon Benson, who he recognizes from The Raconteurs, a band Benson plays in with Jack White. As it turns out, he’s there to watch the band playing that night, called Earl Burrows, whose record he is producing. Oh, Nashville. They call you “Music City” for a reason, don’t they? 

11:00 PM
Pinewood Social
33 Peabody St. (SoBro)

Green Chartreuse is the new mezcal, which was at one point the new Fernet-Branca, which itself was at some point the new something... Translation: trendy as hell. Also trendy: Pinewood Social. Being a high-minded, non-hipster semi-grown up though, I like to think I can look past the current heat factor of a particular spirit in light of whether I actually like it or not. I very much like Green Chartreuse. Here at Pinewood, we are given a very Green Chartreuse-y tiki beverage dubbed, naturally, the “Chartreuse Swizzle”. It’s radical.  Pinewood is also radical. Off to one side there are people eating a proper dinner, but in the back people are bowling. Then off to the other side some people are studying, and in the middle there’s a big-ass bar. I’m glad a bar/bowling alley where you can study did not exist when I was in college, I would have accomplished zero. 

MIDNIGHT
Santa’s Pub
2225 Bransford Ave. (Berry Hill)

Well, that’s it. I’m done. I am forever ruined on bars, because nothing could ever be as great as Santa’s Pub. This is a karaoke bar in a graffiti’d double-wide trailer that is completely bedecked in tacky Christmas decor, despite the fact that it’s mid February. I am greeted by Santa’s nephew. Santa, as it turns out, is real. “What do you drink here?” I ask. “Santa likes Coors Light,” He says. My mountains are blue and cold, but my heart is warm. There is a very drunk girl singing a surprisingly decent version of Alanis Morisette’s “You Oughta Know,” but this is Nashville, a place where (according to TV) everyone is able to pick up a guitar and burst into song anywhere, anytime, right? Jamie’s next up on the mic. He completely botches 90’s-era trio NEXT’s “Too Close,” so maybe not everyone in Nashville is musical. The crowd loves him anyway. I’ve heard stories of everyone from Ed Sheeran to Bubba Sparxxx showing up for a round of karaoke, which leads me to believe they must be nice people, because Santa has clearly marked signage that says “NO DOUCHEBAGS.” 

1:30 AM
Dino’s Fine Food
411 Gallatin Ave. (East Nashville)

We have done it, we have accomplished peak drunk. Our final resting place? A diner called Dino’s, which proclaims it is the oldest bar in East Nashville. We both order hamburgers and fries and watch as the line cook flips patties on the griddle in front of us. My final beer of the night is a Shiner Bock on tap served in a Solo cup, a red that matches the plastic basket our late-night chow is laid out in before us. Total Recall is playing on the TV inside, and I chew while I watch Arnold Schwartzenegger dream about moving to Mars. A twee pixie girl with a buzz cut flutters up to Jamie and begins to flirt voraciously. I’m completely tuckered out. As he puts me in a car home, he spins on his heel to follow the pixie into the night. For the real soldier here, the evening march is far from over.