Everything seems so much simpler 100 miles East of Manhattan, where New Yorkers roam free at pools and on beaches, through vineyards and patios, with hours being counted by bottles of Rose (don’t judge us) and nights by bonfires and Top 40 hits.
Maybe it’s the fact that no-one gets any freakin’ Blackberry service.
Some updates from the past few weekends:
[A perfect poolside candid]
[A summer camp themed bar]
[A casual afternoon of wine and cheese tasting]
[The happy tasters]
[A brunch spread in Bridgehampton]
[A better mode of transportation]
[Mexican food for breakfast]
All together now, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.