Indholdsfortegnelse for Hamptons - June 2025 i New York Magazine

IT’S THE FRIDAY night of Memorial Day weekend, and a set of well-bred, well-kept society types has descended on the Hedges Inn. The historic hotel in East Hampton has just reopened under new ownership with a restaurant called Swifty’s, after the former Upper East Side socialites’ haunt. In one corner of the room, Ina Garten sips a martini and giggles with her husband, Jeffrey, and the director Rob Marshall. At the bar, the makeup artist Bobbi Brown chats with New York Fashion Week’s Fern Mallis. Everyone here has an important last name or an important relative (Naomi Watts’s brother, for instance) or a vaguely important job. “She has started some big companies, but I don’t know what they are,” says one Hamptons housewife, sipping a flute of Champagne and gesturing…

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IN THE SPRING OF 2023, Alejandra became the last of her family to arrive out East. Alejandra’s mother, a housekeeper, and her sister, a server in a restaurant, had been working in the Hamptons for four years since leaving Ecuador; her aunt and uncle for five; their parents and cousins more than 20. She has more family here, she says, than in Ecuador. Alejandra arrived just in time for the summer boom. The Hamptons was a safe, comfortable place, her family told her, but expensive. Like her mother, she began cleaning houses. She was shocked that, within two days, she was able to find work. The first woman who employed her was exacting, she says, and yelled at the housekeepers to go faster, to reclean areas they had already finished.…

NO ONE IN MY family rides, and my daughter Capri came home from school one day and said, “Mom, I want to take riding lessons.” I’m thinking, Oh, this is gonna be something she’s going to do once. I quickly learned this was not just taking riding lessons. This was a lifestyle. My life is now, literally 12 months out of the year, traveling to shows. I’m rarely ever at home in Connecticut anymore. I’ll never forget when my daughter first started riding. This woman said, “Well, you have to go to Wellington, Florida. That’s the horse capital of the world.” And I looked at her and said, “Oh my gosh, there’s no way I’ll ever be going to Florida.” Fast-forward several years, and we spend the winters and own…

THE CEO OF FANATICS IS taking a break from throwing the most photographed event of the Fourth of July weekend. There are more coveted invitations over the holiday anyway, such as to the homes of the Patriots owner Robert Kraft, the billionaire heiress Katharine Rayner, and Elizabeth “Lally” Weymouth, whose family owned the Washington Post for decades. Those parties are very exclusive, much like the dinners hosted over the course of the summer by the usual cast of monolithic families: the Schwarzmans, the Bloombergs, the Santo Domingos. That’s also true of the two weddings bookending the season’s social calendar—those of Huma Abedin and Alex Soros, which took place in mid-June at the Soros estate in Water Mill, and art-world nepo babies Lucas Zwirner and Charlotte Lindemann in August at Andy…

COME SIT BETWEEN my legs,” Eric Fischl told the sculptor Bryan Hunt. They were among the artists, many of them in their 70s or older, who had gathered on a recent afternoon on Main Beach in East Hampton. Most came out from Soho and Tribeca to live and work on the East End of Long Island back when the prices were lower, and they have been socializing and dipping into one another’s studios for decades. The eldest is Natalie Edgar, 93. Joan Semmel, the 92-year-old feminist figurative painter, has been around long enough to remember Elaine de Kooning, who bought on Alewive Brook Road in 1975 after her split from Willem, who lived on Fireplace Road until his death in 1997. The de Koonings were following artists such as Jackson…

NORTH OF THE highway in Southampton, a 600-acre plot of land has been owned by the same family since the early 1920s. Here, overlooking Scallop Pond, is a hunting lodge built by Colonel Henry Huttleston Rogers Jr., the son of Henry Huttleston Rogers, one of the founders of Standard Oil. A mile-long gravel road bordered by linden trees leads to a house that at first glance underwhelms, giving no clue to its ornate historic interiors. The owner is the 85-year-old Countess Wiltraud von Salm-Hoogstraeten, whose late husband, Peter, was the son of the heiress Millicent Rogers. “He was terrified of getting married. His mother was all over the place, collecting, getting married three times over,” says Salm. After a seven-year courtship, she and Peter got married in 1969, and they…

STARTING IN LATE JUNE, every day by noon, Joan Tulp, 95, hits the beach. Her caretaker drives her in her mini-SUV with GANSETT plates to the Amagansett Beach Association, where a junior lifeguard helps her into a wheelchair with giant puffy wheels and rolls her down to the water’s edge. There, the “unofficial mayor of Amagansett,” as she’s known, settles into her spot to the right of the lifeguard stand as friends, family, and fellow citizens pull their beach chairs into a semicircle around Tulp to share local intel. Tiara’d mascot of the Polar Bear Plunge, dog-show judge, pretend victim for lifeguard tests: Tulp has played many roles here since she first visited in 1951. She came in on the train from Brooklyn to meet her first husband’s Amagansett aunts:…

Amagansett “The putting green on hole 17 at the East Hampton Golf Club ‘appeared to have been driven on by a dirt bike or e-bike’ on June 1.” East Hampton “ ‘Filming TikTok videos’ was a Hawthorne Avenue man’s explanation when asked what he was doing in his Mustang in the One Stop parking lot after 1 a.m. on Monday.” “A Maple Lane man contacted police to report that 10 plants had been taken from his backyard … The homeowner told police that he did not want to pursue charges but would like to be reimbursed for the plants if the thief was identified.” Montauk “Staff members at Bounce Beach Montauk told police early Sunday that a West Islip woman who had called the officers had been removed after dumping…

IT ALL STARTS IN January, when I rent the house for $50,000. A month of fun in the Hamptons probably costs me another $10,000, and that’s, like, partying, food, a couple of really, really detrimental trips to Round Swamp Farm where, after a few cocktails, you spend $200 on chicken fingers. A great night out is a table at Common Ground East or the Surf Lodge in Montauk. You’ll hopefully split the table with friends, but it can be anywhere from $2,000 to $15,000 depending on the night. I love Surf, but the crazy thing is it’s not even a good crowd. You’re probably not going to meet anyone new and extraordinary. You’re going to be like, Oh yeah, there’s that guy I, like, matched with on Hinge six months…

THE DESIGNER’S PARTIES have an unspoken dress code: head-to-toe LoveShackFancy, her apparel brand. If guests turn up in anything else—it’s happened only a couple times, she says—and they wish to change, Rebecca Hessel Cohen has a dressing room filled with the pink ribbons, girlie ruffles, and cascading tulle synonymous with the label. At the garden lunch she hosted at her home in Sagaponack over Memorial Day weekend for 13 friends and some of their elementary-school-age children, everyone obliged. The mothers looked not so different from their daughters, who had their own table topped with a Secret Garden Rose bouquet. Even her house staff wears LoveShackFancy. “They were really excited because they got to wear our new aprons and then we gave them a beautiful Victorian top to wear,” she says.…

“Don’t look at the prices; just pay.” “It’s a lot of lemon.” “Well, that’s real estate … that’s how it works.” “It’s basically just breakfast food.” “This is so cute I could live here.” “It’s free?” “There should be a sign outside that says WE HAVE INCREASED PRICES.” “Prices weren’t that bad.” “I do not understand how she’s making money.” CUSTOMER ONE: “Linen is, like, the worst fabric. It’s just wrinkles.” CUSTOMER TWO: “But I think if you are going to wear pants, it has to be linen.” S.K.…

LIKE MANHATTAN, Aspen, and Palm Beach, the Hamptons are full of single women over 60. Most are divorced women or widows who were once married to one-percenters and are now looking for Mr. Bigger—or Mr. Biggest. There are also women who have small trust funds or are like me: single women in a creative field who made enough money to snap up a small cottage in a downturn. Very few of these women, at least the ones I know, have ever ended up with a proper boyfriend or husband, but not for lack of trying. Of course, everyone can point to one or two exceptions to the rule—a couple who got together in their 70s and are now blissfully happy. But in general, the odds of a woman finding a…

Westhampton Beach Those who live here are smug about their proximity to the city (under a 90-minute drive with no traffic) and proud of its being less stuffy than villages to the East. It’s been dismissed as “Dentist Hampton” over the years—Steven Spielberg lands his plane here but then heads home to East Hampton. Ina Garten’s original Barefoot Contessa shop was here but relocated to East Hampton in 1985; some are still burned by the move. The synagogue—run by Marc Schneier and recently renovated—has become a stop on every politician’s Suffolk County tour. NEW IN TOWN Westhampton Beach’s Sunset Theater opened after a renovation, and the chintzy Seabreeze Motel has been reborn as the sleek Three Ducks. TALK OF THE TOWN In March, a brush fire caused by someone making…

“THE BILLIONAIRES spend millions of dollars to beef up their private security! What are they so afraid of?” an organizer cried into her megaphone as she rode in the back of a truck, leading protesters to “shut down Billionaires’ Lane” in Southampton on June 14. But actual Meadow Lane residents, like Ken Griffin and Leon Black, were nowhere to be found; the only ones who appeared to hear the question were a pair of ospreys feathering their nest on top of a mansion chimney. More than 100 protesters—some local, many from elsewhere on Long Island—rallied for two hours against ICE, oligarchy, and U.S. support for Israel. Some Southamptonites splintered off, refusing to march up the lane when they saw FREE PALESTINE! signs. “It’s disappointing that the strong anti-Trump fever that…

I GET A BIGGER discount now, right?” says Larry Gagosian, standing in the middle of BookHampton, a cozy, sun-washed bookstore bustling with well-groomed, Loro Pianawearing customers—and, on this Sunday, more than a few unruly toddlers. The art dealer is tiptoeing around the shop in On Clouds, surveying it as most people might a gallery—walking slowly and methodically and occasionally stopping to opine on whatever’s in front of him. “It’s in pretty good condition, not too beat up,” he says, admiring the tall windows. It’s Memorial Day weekend, and the 80-year-old art-world lion, and 35-year resident of nearby Amagansett, has come to pay a visit to the indie bookstore he’s just purchased. BookHampton, opened in 1971, is the kind of place where you might spot Bill Clinton and Emma Roberts shopping…

I HAVE ALWAYS TAKEN PICTURES when I’m out with my mates. Achileas and Sage are really old friends. We’ve known each other since we were really young, all the way through NYU. I’m 24, and Achi will be 25 in August; Sage is just one year younger than us. They’re a funny actor-artist duo sharing a loft in Soho. Sage is Kenny Schachter’s son and a painter and ceramicist. Achi—it’s short for Achileas and pronounced Ah-kee, not Aw-chee as many Americans do—is an actor, a famously good dancer, and a born entertainer. The Hamptons is chill for us. Lots of beach, lots of tennis. I’ve been coming since I was a baby. My grandmother and grandfather built a very cool house with Richard Meier in East Hampton and then my…

IN OCTOBER 2019, Billy Hajek, the East Hampton village planner, inspected a property on a one-lane road running along a narrow strip of land separating Georgica Pond from the ocean. On it sat a shingled vacation house, which dated to a time before strict wetlands regulations and had been built close to the pond, where it had long been hidden by a tangle of tall reeds, swamp bushes, and honeysuckles. Since buying it for $10.3 million, a new owner, the real-estate developer Harry Macklowe, had set about renovating it according to his own tastes. He painted the whole thing—even the roof—a blistering white. Along the road, he replaced a rustic farm fence and unruly brush with a privet hedge and a neat line of seagrasses, irritating his very wealthy neighbors,…