If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it was a 1956 El Dorado

Elvis in HIS El Dorado!

Elvis and his El Dorado

[Elvis in HIS El Dorado…..]

We were cruising down the 17 South in our spunky red Saab, when suddenly, out of nowhere, it appeared. In the fast lane. A smoking-hot, DEEP purple, tricked-out El Dorado, seemingly 1956 to my untrained eye. It had metallic racing stripes of silver, and a glowing blue dashboard. Oh, and the driver knew it. He caught us, out of the corner of his eye, swooning. Suddenly, with a Harley-like throaty exhaust burst, he rubbed it in our faces. God it was beautiful.

Bad-Ass El Dorado

1956 Cadillac El Dorado

Save the past!

Now THAT'S a house!

Tamboerskloof, Cape Town, South Africa

I was asking myself this evening, as I rode past several gorgeous Victorians, sprinkled in among heinous 1960’s apartment boxes, how does one whip passion into a hapless and misguided society? As I cruised past an 1890’s commercial building that was boarded up, I thought “what a loss”. Wouldn’t everyone prefer to see a row of gorgeous Victorians, intact, in lieu of a patchwork quilt of McArchitecture?

I’m sure I should have been born around 1876, but besides all that, there is an “old way of seeing” that precious few still practice. To understand how “main street”, historic preservation, and beautiful old buildings help to create community, I highly suggest “The Old Way of Seeing” by Jonathan Hale.

Brought to you by Jennifer A. Emmer, Feng Shui Consultant, Interior Designer, and Fierce Preservationist.