alas, my days of idle have come to a close. gone are the mornings of birdsong wake-up calls, and balmy evening jaunts through the thick, lacy woods. here’s a glimpse of my last day out and about with my new lover: the hamptons. crossing paths on her way in and...
a few nights ago we made our way over to shelter island, a quiet, nonchalant haven of long island, which when you drive out to the coast, oozes a dreamy, quixotic, french riviera essence. i kept shaking my brain out of a cap d’antibes reverie, reminding...
tuesday we spent the day in montauk. a little more surfer, blithe, less penny loafer than the rest of the hamptons….montauk picks up the slacker leftover from the highfalutin party people to the southwest. we nary ran into a crowd lest they be seagulls checking...
