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With Labor Day, we said goodbye to August, the Sunday of months, the last chance to relax until easing back into normal life. But if you’re Alec Baldwin, you never slowed down—not for a minute. Tracking the actor’s every move via Twitter, gossip columns and party photos (because how can you not?), we found that even in his leisure time the man is unstoppable, mixing work, play and philanthropy in a way that would exhaust mere mortals.
Click through our slideshow for an illustrated tour through Alec’s August, or click here for a large image.
Is there anything more beautiful than feeling the cool air of fall start to kick back up? Then again, is there anything more depressing than coming to realize in the very same moment that summer has nearly passed? Sure, we’ve spent these waning days of late July and early August complaining about the heat, but who ever wants to contemplate seasonal change? What did we really do with our summer, after all?
It’s time for us to escape the muggy, soup-like weather of New York, where we’re all the more conscious of the fact that with every breath, we are inhaling someone else’s recycled air. Oh mighty Mayor Bloomberg, deliver us from damnation! Or at least from this city’s cursed summer months. If we can eliminate transfats, why not the heat?
Of course, a clever individual might just pack their bags and head for a different climate completely. Take Jeremy Lin, who—with the ever-helpful hand of fan favorite Jim Dolan—may have realized it’s not the heat, but the humidity, when he signed on with the Houston Rockets. But that doesn’t mean New York isn’t without its own acquisitions: The Yankees picked up one of the greatest hitters of all time in Ichiro Suzuki (who’s looking a little grayer these days—distinguished, we say), Rick Rash for the Rangers, Jeff Otah for the Jets and possibly English Premier League veteran Tim Cahill for the Red Bulls. Welcome to town, boys. We hope your managers set you up in an apartment with central air.
Meanwhile, the rest of us just can’t wait to escape from New York, be it by plane, train or Jitney-mobile.
There were heat advisories or warnings in 20 states on Sunday, with temperatures reaching over 100 degrees across most of the South. Adding to the misery were power outages caused by the huge storm that rampaged from Ohio through parts of the Northeast on Friday, killing 12 and leaving some metropolitan areas with long-standing power outages caused by high wind and lightning.
It’s June, and yet we’re still wearing our London Fog raincoats and carrying around our Brollys. It’s almost as if New York’s weather gods didn’t get the memo that it’s Hamptons season, and some of us don’t like getting soaked waiting for the Jitney.
Another thing seasonal annoyance for New Yorkers is traffic created by out-of-towners,
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.
The sweltering pre-summer heat has begun to settle upon our fair city. In the season during which New York’s every nook and cranny teems with sweaty tourists, true city folk gather their kaftans and swim trunks, and head for the hills. The sandy hills of Main Beach, that is.
Fetching our long-hibernating car, we were pleased to find it still filled with the detritus of last summer. A slightly deflated sunhat, a beloved pair of flip-flops, a tube of now suspect sunscreen. We smiled, remembering with sandy fondness of our time Out East. Yes, while the city has its undeniable boons, nothing can quite compare to the Talkhouse late, late on a Saturday night, nor the peculiar shock of seeing endless George Hamilton clones strolling the bucolic streets.
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.
It’s hard to know which is more ubiquitous on the streets of New York this summer: Hot dog carts or film crews.
Some 23 television shows are being filmed in the city at the moment, a record number. Some of the shows currently filming on the streets should be no surprise. The HBO series Girls, Read More
It’s 300 degrees outside and New York’s male population is asking itself some burning questions: Is today the day I wear my short-sleeve cardigan? Why did I even buy that thing. Or, wow, glad I broke up with the girl who gave me that one. What was she thinking.
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