Some people just know how to throw things, like colors, together. It can be a purple backdrop, a yellow fire truck, or a green bus bench. They can immediately imagine the image (and so can the photographer); you put the two together and you have magic of some type. And we have it by all accounts; it is only a matter of time now before we join forces and move in together.

Dinner parties are starting to rage again, after a summer respite. This is the time where hosts throw open their doors and prove their talents in the kitchen and collections of art. Last night Mr. Astor and I were honored to accept David and Deon's invitation to dinner at the very fashionable Indian Creek. In the old days (pre-Versace murder) immense houseboats lined the bay side of Indian Creek lending a very old South way of living. They are gone now, along with so many other things, but Indian Creek and its hotel is still a little treasure of Miami Beach.