Shonagh Out East (The Hamptons)


My vision of the Hamptons as a Londoner is steeped in one part F Scott Fitzgerald historic decadence and the other Revenge cheesy lowbrow society. It did not disappoint. 

  

I had only been once before, to Montauk, in April where it truly felt like the end of the earth. I am originally from Norfolk in England which is also on the coast and often described as the end of the line, so Montauk felt compatible with an air of faded seaside glamour against the grey sky and cold windy air. To return in the summer was so dreamy. I absolutely love the sun and the beach so the long stretches of sand unfolding in front of you, meeting the expanse of sea, which merges with the contrasting blue sky, in the crisp sunlight, I began to understand why so many New Yorkers flock there to escape the city in the heat. And on the people, watching them is a pastime in itself. I don’t think I need to say much more than when driving to the beach we passed a house where a Richard Serra sculpture was casually plonked on the front lawn! 

      

Vintage 1980s Ralph Lauren shirt from Kinnaman & Ramaekers after lunch at Pierre’s in Bridgehampton, Iced coffee every morning from Harbor Market right by the cottage we rented in Sag Harbor

    
Black Swan antiques shop in Sag Harbor, Sitting on the bay in Sag Harbor

Where I ate: Pierre's in Bridgehampton for brunch, Clam Bar at Napeague for a lobster roll, The American Hotel in Sag Harbor for a Cocktail, Lulu's in Sag Harbor for dinner, Harbor Market in Sag Harbor for coffee

Where I shopped: Black Swan Antiques in Sag Harbor, Kinnaman and Rameaker's in Bridgehampton for vintage clothes and jewelry, the Bert Stern: Lolita in Sag Harbor exhibition at Christy's Art Centre for an artwork