Reeling from nude sunbathers who assault both their eyes and their standards of decency, Rockaway residents are begging for a large fence to shield them from an adjacent nudist beach.
Hurricane Irene destroyed the fence that once served as a barrier between the bare-naked beach bums at Riis Park and the more conservative bathers at Neponsit, who are none too fond of the breast-barers frolicking nearby.
When we last reported on Rockaway Beach—a well-established “Hipster Hamptons” of sorts for the last few years—we saw the writing on the wall:
THE HIPPING POINT
Rockaway Beach: A well-established Hipster Hamptons of sorts for the last few years, a place many thought would hit fever-pitch sometime this summer, the moment when—like Williamsburg and Bushwick and Red Hook and hell, the rest of the entire borough of Brooklyn before it—well-heeled Manhattanites discover it, and then, ruin the fun for those who were ostensibly there “first.”*
First came The Taco Stand.
Then, the Trend Pieces.
Then, The Hoteliers.
And now: The Page Six Item.
“LET ME TAKE YOUR PICTURE,” Liam McMullan said. It was late May at the Southampton Social Club, and the lanky 23-year-old stood in front of me with a camera covering his face. He was there on assignment for his father, Patrick McMullan, the house photographer to the city’s social set.
The camera shutter clicked.
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There is a hurricane that will have peripheral impact on New York! You’ve already moored all your boats, so what else is there left to do? Go surfing of course!
With Hurricane Earl bounding up the Eastern Seaboard at a speed of 15 knots, the beach bums are grabbing their boards and heading to Rockaway. Read More