the house across the bay

anonymous asked:

So if you boil it down to it's simplest form, you could equate Touka's love for Kaneki as the same as when someone falls in love with a celebrity they've seen in movies. They like the concept thats on the surface, but they don't really know anything about their past or personal life.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. When you fall in love with a celebrity you really don’t care that much about their personal lives. There’s a part of Touka that clearly wants to become involved and become important to Kaneki, and also wants to see what exists behind his mask.

However, the fact that every single time Touka has gotten close to Kaneki, they’ve been broken apart without any sort of closure has to have negatively effected her. Touka’s solution now is to simply wait for Kaneki to return to her. As if Kaneki’s mere presence will resolve everything. 

That’s why this statement is not a net good or bad, it’s layered. It’s a repettition of what Touka said at the end of Tokyo Ghoul, that Kaneki had no home to come back to in the end which was part of what drove him to despair and the Anteiku raid, and Touka coming to that revelation is a step in helping her understand Kaneki. She was empathizing with his loneliness and wanted to help him after all. At the same time, Touka hasn’t changed at all in her resolve in three years. Isn’t it a bit weird that Touka is content being on pause all this time, just waiting for Kaneki and hoping if he ever comes by things will just resume from where they left off.

There is a good thing about this statement, it’s talking about how rather than avoiding confronting somebody forever and coming up with a million reasons not to see them, it’s better to just try and go see them. Being closer to somebody is always better than trying to work things out from afar. That’s one of the central message of Tokyo Ghoul.

On the negative end you have that fixation I’m talking about, Touka hears a question about the wrongness of the world and whether or not Amon belongs as a human or a ghoul and she decides of all things to focus on talking about crushes. Touka at this moment is basing her decisions as the leader of Re: around Kaneki, Kaneki’s presence, Kaneki’s approval. Because she’s trying to resolve the fact that Kaneki left her. She’s trying to recreate the past. 

“Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!”

F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

If anything I would compare it to the kind of fixation that’s shown in Great Gatsby. The Great Gatsby, in particular Jay Gatsby uses the same technique of delayed character revelation to emphasize the theatrical quality of Gatsby’s approach to life, which is an important part of his personality. Gatsby literally creats his own character, James Gatz is a lovesick young youth whose main motivation in acquiring his fortune was his love for Daisy Buchanan whom he met as a young military officer in Louisville before leaving to fight World War 1 in 1917. Gatsby immediately fell in love with Daisy, and convinced her to promise to wait for him when he left the war. However, Daisy married Tom Buchannan in 1919 while Gatsby was studdying at Oxford after the war in an attempt to gain an education. 

Gatsby in his efforts to win back Daisy basically remakes himself, renaming himself Jay Gatsby. This is the version we the audience are introduced to, and because of that, his grandiose nature, his passion, you genuinely believe at first that Gatsby’s quest is a noble one motivated by love that remained all of that time. Gatsby amasses wealth, a fortune, all for the sake of giving Daisy a place where she can return to and be with him. He doesn’t actively pursue her, but rather builds a house next to her right across the bay, and then waits for her all this time. (Does that sound familiar to anyone?)

Over the course of the novel though, you get the sense that Gatsby isn’t doing these things so much for Daisy as for himself. What Gatsby saw as the great injustice was that he was left for Tom in the first place. Moreso than that, that Tom was old money who was entitled to Daisy and he was not. It’s why he demands that Daisy say she never loved Tom. He wasn’t happy enough having her love him. He needed her to have never loved Tom at the same time. He’s trying to fix the past essentially. 

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: “I never loved you.” After she had obliterated four years with that sentence they could decide upon the more practical measures to be taken. One of them was that, after she was free, they were to go back to Louisville and be married from her house—just as if it were five years ago. (6.125)

The point isn’t that Gatsby never loved Daisy, or over romanticized her from the start. It’s that Gatsby’s overly selfless pursuit of her, his fixation of her, were corrupted along the way because he was holding himself to too high a standard. Nobody can be that perfect, nobody can be Touka, nobody can be Gatsby, nobody can just wait all that time for one person and then suddenly having them in their life will make them okay. 

It’s a convenient fictional narrative, even a sweet one that many characters can adopt to their lives just as Gatsby did, making himself the romantic hero of his own tale, but it won’t hold up to reality. That’s what the moon arc is about in essence, peeling apart people’s own personal narratives that are simplified solutions about the problems they are facing and showing how complex and deeprooted these problems can really be. The water which appears shallow at first gives way to depths as deep as the ocean. 

Film Noir / Neo-Noir From Female Writers

Every film on this list either had a female screenwriter, a “story by” credit, or was based on a novel written by a woman

  1. The House Across the Bay (1940)
  2. Fingers at the Window (1942)
  3. The Night of January 16th (1941)
  4. Whispering Footsteps (1943)
  5. The Fallen Sparrow (1943)
  6. The Lodger (1944)
  7. Guest in the House (1944)
  8. Laura (1944)
  9. Girl in 313 (1940)
  10. End of the Road (1944)
  11. Strange Illusion (1945)
  12. Danger Signal (1945)
  13. The Great Flamarion (1945)
  14. The Spiral Staircase (1945)
  15. The Lady Confesses (1945)
  16. Mildred Pierce (1945)
  17. The Unseen (1945)
  18. Green for Danger (1946)
  19. Undercurrent (1946)
  20. Nocturne (1946)
  21. Crime Doctor’s Man Hunt (1946)
  22. Strange Impersonation (1946)
  23. Bedelia (1946)
  24. The Big Sleep (1946)
  25. Shadow of a Woman (1946)
  26. Desperate (1947)
  27. The Brasher Doubloon (1947)
  28. Whispering City (1947)
  29. Dishonored Lady (1947)
  30. Smash-Up: The Story of a Woman (1947)
  31. The Upturned Glass (1947)
  32. The Pretender (1947)
  33. Deep Valley (1947)
  34. Ride the Pink Horse (1947)
  35. T-Men (1947)
  36. A Double Life (1947)
  37. The Arnelo Affair (1947)
  38. Bury Me Dead (1947)
  39. Desert Fury (1947)
  40. Love from a Stranger (1947)
  41. The Paradine Case (1947)
  42. Dear Murderer (1947)
  43. The Amazing Mr. X (1948)
  44. Road House  (1948)
  45. The Velvet Touch (1948)
  46. Daybreak (1948)
  47. I, Jane Doe (1948)
  48. The Sign of the Ram (1948)
  49. Night Unto Night (1949)
  50. A Woman’s Secret (1949)
  51. The Bribe (1949)
  52. Follow Me Quietly (1949)
  53. Strange Bargain (1949)
  54. The Accused (1949)
  55. White Heat (1949)
  56. Johnny Allegro (1949)
  57. Shockproof (1949)
  58. The Reckless Moment (1949)
  59. No Man of Her Own (1950)
  60. In a Lonely Place (1950)
  61. Shadow on the Wall (1950)
  62. Panic in the Streets (1950)
  63. Guilt Is My Shadow (1950)
  64. The Clouded Yellow (1950)
  65. M (1951)
  66. Strangers on a Train (1951)
  67. The Company She Keeps (1951)
  68. Lightning Strikes Twice (1951)
  69. On Dangerous Ground (1951)
  70. Affair in Trinidad (1952)
  71. The Sniper (1952)
  72. Talk About a Stranger (1952)
  73. Walk East on Beacon! (1952)
  74. Ruby Gentry (1952)
  75. Jennifer (1953)
  76. Man in the Attic (1953)
  77. The Fake (1953)
  78. The System (1953)
  79. The Blue Gardenia (1953)
  80. Count the Hours (1953)
  81. The Hitch-hiker (1953) - also directed by a woman
  82. Blackout (1954)
  83. Make Haste to Live (1954)
  84. Private Hell 36
  85. Footsteps in the Fog (1955)
  86. Shack Out on 101 (1955)
  87. Not as a Stranger (1955)
  88. Cast a Dark Shadow (1955)
  89. Blonde Sinner (1956)
  90. Over-Exposed (1956)
  91. The Long Goodbye (1973)
Ashton Great Gatsby AU

Summary: This is a part of my neighbor!5sos series, but I alluded to F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. It modernized and I changed some of the original plot so it’s only based on the story, but I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

It all felt like another lifetime ago, but he loved you still. There was a time when he was able to call you his. A time when neither status nor wealth could interfere with your love. But he needed to go away. His band was finally getting the chance both of you knew that it would and he had to leave the country to tour the world. Where his life was once sneaking away to the garden with you to get away from the noise of the city, now he was greeted every night by the noise of the crowds screaming his name. Yes, Ashton Irwin had loved you but a lot had happened while he was away.  When you were both saying your quick goodbyes, forced to stay secret because of what your family might do if they ever found out, he had promised he would come back for you and you had told him you would wait, but with a weight on your shoulders like the one you had to bear promises could not always be kept. Your family was wealthy and it was expected that you would marry a man who could keep you wealthy and uphold the family name. You were expected to marry a man of status. A man whose last name would guarantee him privileges in the city of New York. Ashton was none of those things. He was just a kid from Sydney who had moved to Brooklyn to make a name for himself in the music industry. He thought he had it all together, until he met you that is. He had met you while he was working as a mechanic in one of the local shops. You had been with your father when he brought his car in wondering about an oil change. The minute he saw you, Ashton was unable to look at anything else. You were only seventeen at the time  and had been very shy around him, but had felt the spark of passion nonetheless. In the beginning you would come in and watch him work on your father’s car, which was a very expensive car to say the least. You watched as he slaved for hours in the greasy shop, his body covered in sweat and his jumpsuit tied around his waist, flecks of motor oil covering it. You sat with him almost every day and the two of you would talk about everything and nothing all at once. The first time he kissed you, you had come into the shop to pick up the car for the last time. You were just thanking him for his work when he decided he just couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled you close and pressed a soft kiss to your lips that were just as smooth as he imagined them to be. You were surprised at first, but were glad he had finally made a move. It was that kiss that made him completely fall in love with you, and had made you feel the same.

Pretty soon, you were spending all your time together. Whenever you could, you would sneak out of your large house and run across town to meet him at one of the underground shows he was playing with his band. You always stood in the front, cheering him on as he drummed, and were always the last one to leave on nights when he would have his way with you. Somedays he would show up at your house that sat directly on the water, a beautiful estate that was ten acres of gorgeous gardens and orchards, complete with a large white mansion in the middle of the property. He would wait for you outside your window (or outside the gates if they were locked) for you to come out so that the two of you could run off and do what lovers do.

He knew why he had to be kept a secret. If your father ever found out you were in love with a poor mechanic/musician wannabe then he would kill Ashton for sure, so instead you both kept your love private. The memories he had with you, those short eight months, were forever etched into his brain as his favorite memories.

But alas, now they were in fact only memories. His band had been discovered, and soon afterwards signed to a record that forced them to work extreme hours, writing, recording and performing their music. Of course he loved it; it was the only thing he had ever wanted to do with his life, but between distance and the hours he put into show business he had lost the most important thing in his life-you.
Now he was back in New York, five years later, having accumulated wealth beyond compare from life as a part of a famous band. He had been trying keeping up with you through old friends so he knew a little of what you had been up to in his absence. Word has it that you had become a party girl. Where the party was at, you were there too. He also heard that you had become engaged the previous year and that the date for the wedding was set for June of this year, which was only two months away. Before that happened. he was determined to get you back and prove to you that he was the only one for you and that you belonged together. He had made more money than he could have dreamed on the road, meaning he could finally be a man that your family would be proud of. And so, to begin his plan at getting you back he bought the house across the bay from you house. It was a large and luxurious home, something Ashton never thought he would be able to afford. He could see your house from the balcony that was outside his master bedroom, the green mooring light on the dock shining proudly, taunting him. He had to find a way to see you again. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to knock on your front door and barge right back into your life. No, he would have to do it subtly. He would have to make you come to him. So he decided to throw a party. Not just one party, but a grand bash every single weekend until one day you walked through his front door. He would have only the finest food, the best designers would decorate, he would only wear the most expensive attire, all to make you see that he was worth your love now. He left the invitation open, so that you would feel welcome to come whenever you pleased and Ashton made sure to spread the word so that the party would be large enough to attract your attention. Everything was in place, all he had to do now was wait for you to show up.


It was a Saturday night in May, almost 3 weeks until your wedding and Ashton had still not seen you at one of his extravaganzas. With each week, the events became larger and larger, the music seemed to get louder, the people came in greater masses, the event went even longer and still you had not come. Tonight he decided. If she doesn’t come tonight then I will find another way.

But little did he know, word had traveled that a rockstar was throwing huge parties every single weekend and that anybody who’s anybody just had to be there. You had heard that these events had been happening, but with all the wedding planning in the last few months you hadn’t been able to attend. All of your high society friends had already been to at least a handful of them and always came back gushing about how amazing it was and how you just had to go.

So tonight you decided it was finally time you saw for yourself what all of the fuss was about.

“Now who is it that’s throwing all these?” You spoke into your phone to your friend Anita who was accompanying you to the party.

“Nobody knows his name, but it’s some rockstar that’s returned from back to back world tours with his band. People say he never actually comes down into the party but stays up in his room all night.” She gossiped.

“The host doesn’t come down to his own party? That’s unusual.” You pondered.

“Yeah, but who cares? If he has the money to throw the party he throws every week he can do whatever the hell he wants.” You laughed at your friend’s excitement.

“I suppose so…”

You hung up the phone and began to try on dresses to wear tonight.


Ashton paced nervously across his bedroom. The smooth material of his suit feeling scratchy as he waited for the night to commence. He could already hear the chatter of the early arrivals down in the foyer. He decided to pour himself a drink while he waited to see whether or not you would show up.

Two hours passed, then three and he still had not seen you. He was beginning to become hopeless when, as he gazed out the window that looked down on the front courtyard, he saw an all too familiar car pulling up to his house. His eyes widened as his valet opened the door to your car and your leg draped out the side followed by the rest of your glorious body. You were clad in a white dress that draped down to your mid thighs matched with white high heels. Even from his perch, Ashton could see that you were still just as beautiful as you were when he had last seen you all that time ago.

“Y/N.” Your name left his lips like a song he hadn’t heard in years but still knew all the words to. While he was excited to finally see you again, Ashton was nervous. What if you didn’t recognize or even remember him? What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you didn’t like him anymore? All these thoughts passed through his mind as he continued to pace in his room, building up the courage to go downstairs and greet you.

Meanwhile, you were taking in your surroundings, inspecting the large house. You were curious about its owner, but not curious enough to stop you from having a good time. Entering in the house, the atmosphere was infectious. Soon, you had a drink in your hand and were mingling with the other wealthy elite of New York. You saw Anita across the dancefloor and made your way over to her.

“BABE!” She slurred when she saw you, clearly having already been here long enough to get pretty tipsy.

“Hey Anita, love your dress.” You complimented her, trying not to laugh as she practically tripped on her own feet.

“You too doll, as usual. You always look amazing you know that, haha.” She giggled, and then perked up like she had just remembered something. “Y/N I forgot to tell you! I know whose party this is?” You gasped, answering her excitedly.

“You do? Well who is it?”

“It’s the drummer from the band 5 seconds of summer. His name’s like, Ash or Asher or something, last time Irwin I think.” She struggled to remember, but you knew exactly who she was talking about.

“A-Ashton Irwin.” You choked out, face drained of all color.

“Yeah! That’s it! Do you know him?” She asked, oblivious to your pained state.

“I used to.” You whispered.

“That’s cool I…” But she was cut off by the gasps of the crowd. Everyone had suddenly averted their eyes to the grand staircase that led down into the crowded room. Spinning around to see what all the commotion was about, your world seemed to slow as you were met with a familiar pair of hazel eyes cast upon you and he made his way down the stairs. His hair was longer than you remembered and was pulled back into a bun. His jawline was much more defined and even through the fabric of his suit, you could see that his arms were even more toned and built now. Despite these physical changes, he was still the same Ashton, you were sure of it. As you stood breathless, your eyes unable to meet his, he opened his mouth to speak.

“My humble guests, welcome to my home. Thank you for coming tonight, I hope you all help yourselves to the festivities tonight. I guarantee they’re worth your while. Enjoy.” And with a signal of his hand the festivities did continue, but you were still rooted to the spot. After he left for his big tour you didn’t think you would ever see him again. That night you cried and cried and for the next few months you were in a state of depression. Nobody could figure out what was troubling you because you couldn’t tell them about Ashton and risk his safety if anyone ever found out. So instead you sealed your heart and tried your best to move on while Ashton went on and lived his dream, without you. Of course he had invited you to come with him, but you just couldn’t pack up and leave everything no matter how much you loved him. You had never been anywhere away from home without the protection of your mother and father and you weren’t about to just start then. So you both parted ways, and while you tried to keep in touch it just wasn’t the same and soon you lost contact altogether.

But now here he was, standing in front of you dressed in what looked like a designer suit, in a huge mansion, throwing the biggest party in the city. He wasn’t the same struggling musician you once knew that’s for sure. But then again you weren’t the same shy girl you used to be either. Then, it dawned on you that you still had a fiance. Ashton may be wealthy, but he his name held no weight around here. Unfortunately for the two of you, your fiance’s did. He was a wealthy CEO, who was nine years your senior but your father insisted you marry him. Your family’s fortune had begun to dwindle and your dad needed this “marital business agreement” as he called it, to work out so that he could continue to live an extravagant lifestyle he and your mother were so used to. You did not love the man you were betrothed to, but you father did. And to your family, that was all that mattered.

Ashton walked down the remaining distance until he was a step away from you, eyes never leaving yours for a second.

“Y/N.” He greeted you, reaching for your wrist and kissing the top of your palm. It took everything not to sigh in bliss as his lips touched your skin.

“A-Ash.” You shakily spoke back to him and your voice was like his favorite song. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it.” You smiled the smile that had won over countless bachelors in New York, but none of them had managed to charm you quite like Ashton had.

“That it has. I hope we can make up for the lost time. Would you care to join me upstairs? It’s much quieter there and I would love to show you around.” He was radiant. Absolutely dazzling. And you had a feeling he knew it. You were sure years in the spotlight had done that to him.

“I would love to.” At your response, he took your hand in his and lead you back up the staircase, all the eyes in the house on you, making you uncomfortable. What if word got back to your fiance about your reckless behavior with another man?

“Don’t worry about them. Tonight, it’s only us.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

He opened the grand double doors that led into his private bedroom and gestured for you to go inside. Looking around the room, it was just as marvelous as you thought it would be. The curtains were made of fine silk and a black bed with a beautiful mahogany frame sat in the middle of the room. There were guitars and platinum records hung on the black walls. The furniture was tasteful and you relished in it.

“This is lovely Ash.” You smiled at him. He was entranced by you. He wanted to go slowly into his recovery of you but as always, he just  couldn’t resist diving right in. He had needed you too damn much for too damn long.

“It’s all for you, you know.” He spoke, making your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“What do you mean Ash?” His heart fluttered as you used the old nickname you had designated for him.

“The parties, the house, the decorations, everything. It’s all so I could see you again. And I knew you’d come back to me. I knew I had to see you, I just didn’t know how. So I threw all these parties hoping you would come, and you did. And now you’re here and I don’t ever want to lose you again.” He stepped closer when he said this, reaching out to touch your arm and try and pull you close.

“Ash, I don’t know what to say.” You cast your eyes to the floor, stunned and unable to come up with an appropriate response. Your heart wanted him more than anything in the world, but your head told you that could never happen. Not while you were who you were and he was still who he was, no matter how famous he was now.

“Say you love me. Say you want me back. Look, I have all of this now. I can provide for you and we can get married, if that’s what you want and start a family together and I can do all of that for you now Y/N! Just say you’ll be mine again.” He was getting excited now, thinking that everything was finally about to be as it should. But your next words crushed all of his joy.

“Ashton I can’t.” You were still looking at the carpet, your eyes threatening to spill the tears hiding behind them. But Ashton grabbed your face in his hands, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“What do you mean you can’t? Is it the money? I have that now baby. The house? If you don’t like it we can move. Anywhere you want we can go.” He was getting desperate now, saying anything to make you stay whereas you were making up any excuse so you wouldn’t have to tell him the real reason you couldn’t be with him.

“No Ash, it’s not that.” You were going to start sobbing soon you could feel it.

“Then what is it baby? You can tell me.” He cooed.

“You…you’re just not the same person anymore.” You lied. “I want my old Ashton back. The mechanic back. But it looks like that’s not you anymore.” You continued lying, willing to say almost anything so that he would let you go. It killed you to do this, but you had to do it to save your family’s name. They were all counting on you and you couldn’t let them down. Letting them down would mean you losing everything.

“Okay, then I’ll give it all up. I’ll donate all my money and go back to working again and things can be how they were.” He reasoned with you, but you were shocked that he would do that. That he would even consider going back to a life of hard labor now that he had millions. But Ashton was determined, if not borderline crazy to get you back. He would not live a life without you. He couldn’t do it anymore.

“No, Ash I don’t want that I…”Ashton searched your expression for any sign that showed you still loved him.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you still love me.” He demanded.

“I can’t no Ash.” The first tear fell down your cheek like a secret that you were keeping, but when Ashton saw the tear he knew what you were truly feeling. You loved him, he was sure of it. He could see it in your eyes and your body and your soul and in the tear and he just knew! He knew you better than anyone and he knew you still loved him just as much as if it were five years ago.

“Then tell me that you don’t love me. Tell me you never want to see me again and you won’t. Command me to stay away and I will. I’m yours and I’ll do anything you ask of me. Tell me you don’t love me.” He whispered, his lips a breath away from your own. You may know what needed to be done, but your body was under his control.  

Against all your better judgement, you leaned in just enough to close the gap between his lips and yours. They felt just as you remembered. As soon as you had given in to him, a frenzy occurred inside Ashton. Maybe it was the build up from all those years without you, but something within him was set free. Hungrily, he returned your kiss, one hand grabbing your cheek and the other reaching behind you to grab your waist and pull you forward. He mumbled small ‘I love you’s’ onto your lips as he kissed you. His mouth wandered from your lips to kiss you face and then travel down to your neck and you moaned at the sensation. His arms wound around you, lifting you off the ground with ease and setting you back down onto his large bed. He climbed on top of you as his hands started to roam your body, his touch igniting you wherever it went. You were lost in him and for the first time since he left you felt at peace. But peace can only last for so long. As his hand began to travel up your thigh, you remembered your fiance and how you had kissed him goodbye before you came here. Opening your eyes, you pressed both palms against Ashton’s chest and pushed with all your might.

“No!” You cried and tears began to fall once more.

“Baby what is it? Was I moving too fast?” His voice was gentle, but his eyes were still like those of an animal.

“No Ashton, we can’t do this. I can’t do this. I have a fiance now and we’re to be married in a few weeks.” You had gotten up from the bed and turned your back to him so he wouldn’t see the agony on your face. “I’m sorry Ashton I have to go. I should never have come.” And with that, you turned and ran out the door, leaving a brokenhearted, disheveled Ashton sitting on the bed.

Collecting his thoughts, he decided that he couldn’t just let you get away again. He bolted after you calling your name, but you had already made it down the stairs and almost lost in the crowd. But Ashton could pick you out of any crowd. Moving through the throng of people, he shoved towards you. But you had a head start and your car was still parked out front. Before he could get to you, you ducked inside the car and told the driver to step on it, leaving the magnificant house, and Ashton, behind. Once you were away from him you were free to let the tears fall. You sat in the back of the car, sobbing as you wished and wished above anything that you could go back to the past.


After the party died down and all the people had gone home, Ashton went out onto the balcony that looked right over at your house. The green light illuminated the lake, showing him how close yet how far away he was from you. You had run away from him. Back to your fiance, back to another life he couldn’t give you. His heart was broken once more and for the first time, he was unsure of what he should do. But Ashton held onto something as he thought of you in another’s arms tonight. Because while you might have said you couldn’t be with him, you never told him you didn’t love him.

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”




Bambu (Montego Bay, Jamaica) :: Elegantly perched on eight and a half acres atop this hill is Bambu, a grand six-bedroom private villa distinguished by its classic architecture and appreciated by discerning vacationers. Bambu was designed by architect Robert Hartley in the early 1960’s as a unique melding of West Indies architecture and Italian Venetian style. Its Palladian arches, dramatic central pool, Italian sculptures and breathtaking view make it one of the most photographed homes in this collection. 

With multiple dining areas take advantage of the spaciousness and vast views from this special property. Breakfast at the river is a marvelous way to start the day. Cocktails on the terrace over the bay and dinner in the gazebo feature one of the most beautiful nighttime light shows in the world.

Multi-million dollar renovations of interiors and grounds have resulted in an impressive facelift of this elegant grande dame. Today its modern comforts and infrastructure mesh with Bambu’s original Euro charm and glamor. As designer Charles Faudree wrote when it was featured on the cover of Veranda magazine, Bambu is the “….blending Old World elegance with New World comforts.” Its newest folly is an open-air garden shower and bathtub outside a small hideaway bedroom downhill from the main house … with a nine-mile view across Montego Bay.

Notable also are Bambu’s sprawling grounds and gardens… a lush and lavish tropical paradise, with natural stone pathways that wind through gardens to unexpected terraces for private quiet times.

With handicap access in mind, a separate entrance designed specially for guests in wheel chairs features a ramp to a level entrance to the villa, avoiding all stairs. The Bambu pool features a broad 4" deep wheel chair platform as well. This shallow water platform is also a thoughtful, safe pool area for toddlers.

See I’m exactly like Gatsby, except I’m doing all of this for me. And instead of the house across the bay, it will be a billboard right across from your window, as a reminder that even when I think and function like Gatsby, you still pushed me too far to save this.
—  Sorry, old sport. // Chris Quinlan

Sycamore Cove as it currently stands. :) 

I, er, clearly devoted most of my time to building up the city center. :P (I can’t help it, I’m a city girl and I love urban settings!) I’m starting to branch out and work on a middle-class suburban area (top right hand corner of the first picture, visible in the second picture), as well as the waterfront property. I love the way the boardwalk looks in hood view, and you can also see Nate’s little house across the bay there. :)


  • 2 residential lots (1 occupied)
  • 1 apartment complex (5 units, 2 occupied)
  • 11 community lots (because I am insane and must be stopped)