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Last Hamptons Weekend



My last weekend in the hamptons this summer was cheapie chic. Stayed in Cass's house of Cassworld.com and it was it's usual ihop experience (international house of partyers). French, sweedish, british, pakistani, italian, you name it we had the language spoken. It was a refreshing change from the other house that I was staying in that was pretty all white bread american. Polo on Saturday I decided had finally jumped the shark in my books because I spotted the fashion gate crasher there. He's an older guy who is famous for gatecrashing fashion parties and shows in head to toe outlandish outfits. He only gets in because his outfits are so awful/amazing-head to toe neon was his choice for polo and I'm not sure why. Due to the Softball match the same afternoon there were zero celebrities and no champagne so it was a total...why bother???
The rest of the weekend was pretty fab with a massive bbq, volleyball on the beach (which I pitched in by watching), walks into town, and as usual some romantic interest. My RI for the weekend is my italian guest-a lawyer from milan who when I found out is actually still legally married held no interest for me. That didn't stop him from cozying up or trying to take me out to breakfast. Can't say I blame him but really he's not going to get past the front door as I'm no husband snatcher. More to reveal later...

Spanikopita, Style, and Politics

Wish I could say I have a picture from last night but it's un-pc to be a shutterbug around a person with 2 permanent personal body guards. At last nights's dinner hosted by my new extended greek family the guests of honor were FW de Klerk (former president of south africa) and his wife (who is related to our hosts and therefor remotely to me?) Wow not sure how.... but I had a wonderful evening and when FW and his lovely wife found out my metier they started downloading their fashion issues-everything from custom shoes made in london providing blisters to not being able to wear a shirt with a tie because of lack of neck.At first they asked for my card and then the wife after explaining there wasn't a shop she didn't like told me she would never hire a stylist in the end promised to call me when in New York. See everyone has body/clothing issues. We ate alfresco overlooking the sea and were served so many greek delights. What was surprising is that although desserts were bought from the finest bakery hardly anyone touched them. It was a late dinner but coincided with the feeding of the twins. I love to see how the greeks juggle it all. They make it look so easy but they do have an amazing live in staff of help. Another day in paradise.

Greetings from Greece


Oia Santorini Greece is my idea of heaven. Already I have some observations about island life. 1.Local greeks seem to place friends first and customers second-not sure why but they would chat away while you wilt in the doorstep-a total change from nyc.
2.Santorini's water is a bit like a stripper-beautiful, stunning, takes your breath away but you can look but not touch.
3. Santorini's caldera and cliff living reminds me of a barbie fun house cut in half and twisted.
4. Stilettos and heels are really a no go because of the cobblestones. An excuse to wear flats...it's going to be hard to leave.
5. So many italians...so little time. I've especially enjoyed the italian euro fashion. They love the preppy euro look and frequently fold their candy colored sweaters and then roll them to tie around their waist. In usa it would look gay....here it's cool.
stay tuned for more..

Conncecting or unplugging

Last summer I was all about unplugging from technology-my cell phone, my computer, and alarm clock, tv, all of it.
This summer with all the plans, socialness, dating, and arrows I'm realizing that your vacation is only as good as your cell phone coverage. When you have fish to fry you must be reachable. Now if only I could have a vacation from my vacation...don't hate me now....join me!

In a state of Hamptons Social Shock


NEH to NYC to Hamptons in one day?
Too much radical change for me.
Last night had an impromptu dinner party at the house and I woke up thinking about how the hamptons are really the opposite of Maine. No waspy gumption..here it's hamptons gall.
Here's a few examples of Hamptons Gall from this summer:
Stabbing your boyfriend for the second time with manicure scissors
Using the house you rented to film a porno and not in an artistic fashion
Gatecrashing every party, benefit, or opening of an envelope
Inviting 3 friends to visit when you are an unpaid 'house manager'
Accepting a last minute dinner invitation and then cancel shortly after
and more...
If you have any please comment..

WASPY MAINE


How do I describe NEH and Seal Harbor on Mount Desert Island Maine? You really don't know what you're missing untill you witness the place. Sleepy, adorable, quaint, and the opposite of new york city. No starbucks, no chains and thank god. Downside is there are few restaurants and this season Bassa was having serious staffing issues (due to drugs??? who knows).

Upside is a seriously waspy scene for a brief 8 week season. Socialites from Boston, Philadelphia, and new york arrive every july with their summer whites ready to get soiled by martinis and salt water. Some of the older folks are like osprey who fly south for the winter and chase the good weather. Most children/ toe heads are required to be blond, adorable, and on the quiet side.

Tea parties, garden parties, hikes around little long pond, gallery showings, cocktail parties, carriage rides, swims at the private clubs, tennis, golf, lobster bakes on private islands, boating to island restaurants, porch buster cocktail parties (also known as island sweeps because you've invited the whole island and your porch is bursting with people)

Hung around to see a tennis round robin. One woman was playing at least 7 months pregnant who identified as having 'waspy gumption'.

Who else has waspy gumption? Those who show up to parties uninvited, those who crash in an extra bedroom without your permission or knowledge, and hostesses who dare to serve tea sandwiches prepared by the housekeeper instead of a caterer at a tea with Martha Stewart as a speaker.
What is this world coming to?

A bargain Benefit?


$150 for seated plated lobster/filet mignon benefit dinner. Throw in open bar, cocktail hour, silent auction, exciting live auction in which my date bid up all interesting packages, live band, some serious dancing, and the society peeps of MDI and you get one hell of an evening. The icing on the cake was being seated next to last years quasi flame who acted more like a 'walker' and flaked out (probably because he has a secret girlfriend stashed in some other city that he thought I didn't know about but do. And ps you're dead to me). My date for the evening was tall, handsome, successful, bidding like crazy, and very attentive. Felt like sweet revenge to me ;)

100th post

Happy 100th post. I feel the pressure for this to be uber dishy...but no I have been a bit quiet as I was bringing it to MDI in Maine. Northeast Harbor is one of my favorite spots in the land and every august I try to spend as much time possible there. This year had no lack of relaxation/excitment/family time/socialness. I was lucky to have a dear and artistically talented friend Dean Barger lend me his charmingly adorable cottage for a week. His talent lies in decorative finishes for the home and it was such a treat to live in his own created world. His use of color is so good you may think he's gay but he's not-sorry ladies he's happily married and awaiting his first super child. The brown painted on the floors he has coined 'merde fume' aka 'smoked shit'. He's brought his talent to countless houses of society-hello the pink walls in the infamous Rockefeller Garden are thanks to him. Every inch of the house has been loved, coddled and molded into a cozy getaway. Art is ecclectic, the mix is mid century with shabby chic and dash of british masculine. While I was there I sampled hand made fresh from the oven flax bread by Jim Robinson, hosted a cozy lunch on the back porch for my grandparents, and slept like a baby.