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.
GQ humbly offers to make Read More
On a breezy evening in late June, visitors to an opening at the Orchard Street gallery Untitled looked confused. But it wasn’t the art—a monochromatic white painting by veteran Swiss avant-gardist Olivier Mosset paired with depictions of buckets and paint-splattered rags by young talent Haley Mellin—that was confusing them. It was Read More
It is January and it is currently snowing outside. Is this the correct time to drink rosé, that summeriest of summery wines? The New York Times advises you to throw caution, etiquette, logic and sanity to the wind and do just that.
Times booze expert Eric Asimov’s campaign for the frivolous — but Read More
Island of the Ferries
In 10 days, residents of the Cedar Grove Beach Community on Staten Island’s South Shore will pack up after another blissful summer. They’ve been doing it for 99 years. But this time, the ritual is bittersweet, for it will be their last. The city has decided it will not renew the community’s lease, Read More
Summer and reality television … they go together like picnic blankets and ants. On deck for this summer is a second season of Jersey Shore, more Real Housewives of Atlanta and even Wipeout, which basically revolves around couples running through the obstacle course from hell. Or, you know, just watch Japanese television. In honor of Read More