The stretch of Montauk Highway between Southampton and Water Mill was once blurred by nothing but amber fields, like other undeveloped segues between wealthy Hamptons hamlets. But virgin real estate can’t stay pristine forever. A year ago, a sign appeared on that stretch of land announcing that a former tree nursery right off the highway Read More
Toranosuke “Tora” Matsuoka looks like he just got off the Jitney.
Tall and handsome, with a slick of black curls, he glides through the dining room of his Flatiron restaurant, shirt over-unbuttoned in that Hamptons way.
Mr. Matsuoka, 32, co-owns Sen, the seven-month-old sushi den that has become the social center of Silicon Alley’s cool crowd. The son of a New York artist working for Vogue magazine in Japan and a sumo wrestler, you could call him a poster-boy for globalization.
He calls himself “Jew-panese.”
Dressing for summer events can present a particular challenge for New York men, especially if they are used to relying on the brothers Brooks for the daily armor of business life.
Soupy summer weather, when humidity and the thermometer both top 80, does not afford menfolk comfortable options like strappy sandals or a Read More
Planes Trains & Automobiles
NYO spotlights the Hamptons, where real estate sometimes follows Manhattan trends, but has its own particular flavor as you move through the towns of the South Fork.
You might think that, less than a year after a cataclysmic coastal weather event like Superstorm Sandy, home buyers would be a little gun shy about purchasing properties near the ocean. But you would be—in the case of the Hamptons, according to the experts we consulted—wrong. The fact is that the Hamptons, unlike some communities in Long Island closer to Manhattan, largely escaped the wrath of Sandy, although some low-lying properties, like Jane Lauder’s cottage by the sea, were flattened. But by and large, the East End was spared and is drawing buyers who might have considered beach communities elsewhere. “Superstorm Sandy is attracting new people to the Hamptons,” says Ernie Cervi, Corcoran’s Executive Managing Director in Bridgehampton. “Where beach communities were devastated by the storm, those in search of a world-class beach resort are test-driving the Hamptons.”
Celebrities and religion
Nothing ruins holiday plans like being stuck in traffic, but it looks like New Yorkers pretty much have no choice. The city will suffer the worst backups in the nation tomorrow, according to Seattle-based traffic monitoring firm INRIX.
Los Angeles typically takes the crown, but as everyone flees the city one last time for the summer, historic data shows we are in for some serious delays. Coming in third is our neighbor to the north, Bridgeport, Conn., which, being trapped between us and Boston on the I-95 corridor, gets it from both sides.
Poor Alec Baldwin! Not only is the recent Vanity Fair cover guy better known for his hot head than for his new, cool marriage to Hilaria Thomas or his role on 30 Rock, but it turns out most of the country refuses to accept Mr. Baldwin as the last word on their lord and savior as well!
LIFE'S A BEACH
If you thought indentured servants went out of fashion with the Revolutionary War, you’re wrong: apparently the practice is alive and kicking, at least according to Ni Ketut Sulastri, a former employee who worked at Rose and Lawrence Halsey’s Water Mill estate in the Hamptons.
Menace to Society
Did you think that you had missed the Jitney on a summer rental in the Hamptons? Don’t worry! This summer there are more than enough to go around.
It looks like Goldman Sachs managing directors aren’t the only ones who are too overworked to get to the beach these days.
There’s a reason that the Hamptons Jitney is the one bus that New York’s elite will deign to place their fancy tushes on. The air-conditioned anti-Greyhound actually showed up on time Friday afternoon, and the nice lady who came to take our credit cards gave me two cartons of lemonade and a bag of Bachmann’s Party Mix.
Because it’s not a party without Bachmann’s Party Mix.
I made sure to grab a window seat because I was determined to keep an eye on the road. It was time for me to figure out where exactly the Hamptons were. The last time I ventured a guess, it was deemed so clueless that my publicist, R. Couri Hay, had to step in, spinning my ignorance as some kind of adorable party trick.
It’s hard to say goodbye to summer. We’ll miss the traffic jams en route to East Hampton, the lingering smell of street fair sausages on our block, the earthquakes, the hurricanes, the Mets … On second thought, we’re ready for Fall.