With the summer halfway over, it’s the perfect time to splurge on those beach accessories you’ve been eyeing since early May. We’ve put together a slideshow of the eight most divine towels on the market. From Missoni stripes to Louis Vuitton’s classic monogram prepare to learn how to lay out in style. Click through for some uber-luxurious beach towels that are guaranteed to stand out on the sand. Read More
From Southampton to Montauk, we give you the skinny on where to be this summer. Click through to see two big, beautiful illustrations by Andrew Degraff. Read More
You never really know the Christmas season has started until you see a tabloid photograph of Goldie Hawn, decked out in haute Western gear, strolling the snowy streets of Aspen—the winter playground for the very rich and very famous. But the Hawnster, a year round resident of the once sleepy silver mining town, can also be spotted in the summer months when Aspen is just as hopping as it is in high ski season. And this July, all of the A-List Aspen crowd—think Heidi Klum, Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey, Kate Hudson, Zoe Saldana and social New York names like Dennis and Coralie Charriol Paul and Tory Burch—will all be eating at the Chefs Club, the spanking new restaurant at the St. Regis Hotel. Read More
The lunch crowd at Schiller’s Liquor Bar one gray afternoon is sparse and still while the faint sound of dub songs plays on the sound system. Seated in a discreet corner of the restaurant, still smelling of the cigarette she quickly ran outside to smoke, is Erin Wasson, the supermodel, fashion muse, stylist, jewelry designer, skater, tattoo aficionado, and now, potentially, a budding Hollywood movie star.
The 30-year-old Dallas native—whose pale yet fierce blue eyes and guttersnipe, tomboyish sex appeal have landed her modeling and designing gigs with Victoria’s Secret, Maybelline and Zadig & Voltaire—is just one day away from flying to Los Angeles for a screening of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, an absurd, hyper-violent take on the “great emancipator’s” fictional battle against the undead. Read More
“The three Ds: discipline, decency and dignity,” declared Fräulein Eggar, the headmistress of Grace Farm, an all-boys boarding school for “troubled youth” from grades 5 through 9. “These are the foundation that make Grace Farm a place where young men become gentlemen.” I squiggled in the wood chair, averting Fräulein Eggar’s steely blue eyes that were stretched into evil slits by the tightly pulled bun of grey hair that sat atop her head like a snowball. I imagined Fräulein Eggar’s bun as a packed, icy snowball that I could grab and hurl at her weirdly generous forehead. Bull’s-eye!
My mother, dressed in a black Chanel tweed suit and pearls as if going to a funeral, nudged me in the side. I reluctantly looked at Fräulein Eggar as she continued her Grace Farm propaganda. “Our students are required to put in four hours of work detail every day,” she continued, like a judge sentencing a criminal to death row. “We pride ourselves on a tidy campus and the student body rakes leaves, cleans the lavatories and serves all meals in the dining quarters.” At the word lavatory, my mind started to wander from Grace Farm’s militaristic Maine bucolic blah to my concrete stomping ground on the Upper East Side. I missed my skateboard. I missed my Sour Patch Kids stash. I could hear each Sour Patch Kid wailing in despair for my return.
Fräulein Eggar made an irritating scratchy throat sound (gross) and my mother poked me again. “So Charles Campbell,” Fräulein Eggar demanded, “how do you see yourself benefiting and contributing to the community of Grace Farm?” Read More
A few years ago, artist Melinda Hackett fought her neighbors in court for the right to keep the tree-house she had built in the backyard of her West Village townhouse.
Having moved from Connecticut not long ago, Hackett had envisioned the tree-house as a sort of refuge for her daughters, who were still adjusting to city life. But neighbors who had deemed the structure unsightly and “suspicious” called in the police, hoping to have it taken down. A court battle ensued and Hackett walked away victorious—not only was she given permission to keep her tree-house, but the structure was also granted landmark status. Read More
“When you arrive in Millbrook, you are transported into another place and time,” says shipping businessman Peter Georgiopoulos. And although he had grown up spending family summers in Southampton, appreciating the Long Island windmills and sea views, a trip to Millbrook, N.Y. had lured him to buy a house in horse country instead. “No matter what is going on in my life, I feel I’m in a peaceful place when I’m in Millbrook,” he says.
Georgiopoulos knew he was in love when he met Kara, a Vogue model with coltish long legs and a winning smile, but considering her occupation, he had a nagging worry that she would be a girl who wanted a house in the Hamptons. Driving up the dusty road of US Route 44 without a car in sight—unlike the congested Montauk Highway—and overlooking the rolling hills, apple orchards, horse farms and vast verdant open spaces, he observed his girlfriend’s reaction like a hawk, as she breathed in the air and scenery. Both a smile of relief and satisfaction spread on his face when she turned to her future husband and said, “I love this place.” Read More
Can’t get a yacht this summer? Get a table.
La Piscine—the rooftop bar, restaurant and pool at the Hôtel Americano—is helping busy New Yorkers find a moment of European bliss when they just can’t get away from the city’s sweltering heat. “You almost feel like you are on holiday in New York, like on a trip to the South of France,” says Carlos Couturier, who owns the hotel, along with ten others in Mexico, with co-owner Rafael Micha. The pristine rooftop, which opened simultaneously with the Chelsea hotel last September, hadn’t been able to fully flaunt its potential until the weather reached warmer temperatures this past spring. But now that summer is in full swing, artists and A-listers have been flocking to the small but chic space for a drink and a dip. Read More
After almost three decades, Indochine is still the fashion and art world’s A-List clubhouse. The French-Vietnamese eatery’s main man, Jean-Marc Houmard, gives us insider secrets. Read More
What do Marie Antoinette and a lightweight boxing division have in common?
They are currently both being immortalized on the Lower East Side thanks to Bantam, a new lounge which quietly opened on the Bowery in the beginning of April.
The Steve Lewis-designed space pays homage to the other meaning of its name in size—bantam also means a small fowl— due the venue that once was Stanton Public’s small size.
Its less-than-hefty floor area helps dictate the door policy, according to Seamus Regan, who owns the club with Scott Hockens, Amit Zaman and Norman Reedus, an actor who is best known for his work in AMC’s The Walking Dead and cult-flick Boondock Saints, not to mention being the ex-husband of super-model Helena Christensen. “We just don’t want pretention,” Regan specifies. Read More
