All P. Diddy jokes aside, the Spoleto Scene White Party Saturday night was a success. Everyone showed up in the virginal hue, ready to be baptized by vodka, the libation of choice. EG Vodka with cucumber and club soda was passed around, and though I thought it tasted like a slurp out of the garden hose, others were quite taken with it as well as an alternative vodka sangria option. As for me, in the words of Patrick Henry, “Give me my cheap white wine or give me death.”
Upon entrance to the Seabreeze Dock, right next to the port, guests were handed liquor ices (the only sample of Italian ice I’ve ever accepted). The mini cups featured one and a half shots of tequila with some lime flavoring. “They didn’t really hide the tequila,” a guest pointed out behind me. He snarfed it down all the same.
The first friendly face I spotted was that of Andy Warhol. In honor of 13 Most Beautiful...Songs for Andy Warhol's Screen Tests, a Spoleto staffer had donned the a wig and posed for pictures with attendees. A natural Andy, something tells me they didn’t have to twist his arm to get him to volunteer.
Chatting with the classically beautiful Poe sisters, twins Haynes and Carrie, I met Kyle Nichols, a guest who’d attended 13 Most Beautiful. “It was good, but the screen tests were kind of boring,” he said. Apparently just staring at beautiful people like Edie Sedgwick, Nico, and Lou Reed does not a thrilling show make. That said, Nichols agreed that the music was fantastic.
“I just stared at the drummer because he was hot,” said Erin Perkins. Looking like a Greek goddess ready to tackle the high jump, Perkins (an occasional City Paper contributor) wore an off-the-shoulder fitted white dress with mega platforms from Aldo. “These will probably get one or two more wears and that will be it,” she said of the shoes.
Platforms? On a dock? Absolutely. Suffice it to say this little reporter didn’t get the memo that high heels were a face plant waiting to happen when you’re literally walking the plank all night. My heels kept jamming into the openings of the wood and I finally ditched the shoes altogether. Perkins' platforms, five inches of them and all, made absolutely more sense than my death trap pumps.
But back to the show, standing near the bar talking to Caroline Nuttall, Justin Harris told me that for a music fan, Dean Wareham and Britta Phillips' composition was extremely enjoyable. The only weird thing, Nuttall said, was the fact that the venue didn’t encourage folks to stand up and dance. “It was the same thing at Sarah Jarosz,” she said. “We were just sitting there, Jarosz even said how quiet everyone was.”
To the Scenesters, that kind of scenario represents a huge problemo for Spoleto. “There’s the old patrons and then the young Scene members and no one in between,” said Harris.
Twenty-three-year-old Scene committee member Chelsea Peabody agreed. “The festival events are skewing younger.” Because of that the Spoleto vibe needs to loosen up so younger people can enjoy the events.
Alas, at least everyone was enjoying the white party. When Charleston’s water taxi pulled up to take guests for a ride, the dock cleared out. On board the second boat ride of the night, the captain dimmed the lights as we sailed around the harbor taking in a spectacular view of the Cooper River Bridge and city.
With all that white, wine, and water, it’s a wonder there weren’t any wardrobe malfunctions. People kept their duds in check, although it seemed to be a panty-free affair. Next year they should just call the party Commando.