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July 31, 2000 Issue
"Nobody wants to live in a zoo. People walking around as if it were Cannes, waiting for the fireworks -- it's wearing thin."
-- Jerry Della Femina, "Hamptons 2000"
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| FEATURES | Hamptons 2000 Ted Fields says he's thrown his last East End bash, Jay-Z's latest blowout concluded promptly at 11 p.m., and even the James Beard Foundation got a visit from the Board of Health. Have we come to the end of an era? Robert Kolker describes what the townies have done to rein in the South Fork's rowdy millionaires, 22. Sarah Bernard reports on the beau monde's latest eatery of choice -- offshore, on Shelter Island, 26. Synergy Spa, where A-listers "bond" with brand-name products, takes commercialism to a new apex. But as Vanessa Grigoriadis observes, the odds of Steven Spielberg's turning up to swill free Taittinger are slim to none, 28. If Michael Thomas leaves Sag Harbor for Brooklyn, Alex Williams asks, does this mean Jerry Della Femina has won? 30. Real-estate queen -- or is it carpetbagger? -- Dottie Herman takes Sarah Bernard for a ride, 32. Plus, Gael Greene unearths everything worth eating on the East End, 34, and Beth Landman Keil discovers the best places for building a beach-worthy body, 39. Chelsea Mourning For more than four decades, Stanley Bard has ruled the Hotel Chelsea, where a motley assortment of artists and visionaries from Arthur Miller and Bob Dylan to Patti Smith and David Salle sought refuge (and, in hard times, low rents) in its 252 units. But now the bohemian enclave is threatened by that most lethal creativity-killer of all: a monster real-estate market that has turned the legendary landmark of 23rd Street into a potential gold mine. | GOTHAM Rudy stars in a sexed-up Abercrombie & Fitch promo GOTHAM REAL ESTATE Residential pools fail to make a splash; Alan Alda, $5 million man GOTHAM STYLE The bottom line on butt cleavage DEPARTMENTS The National Interest Dems in L.A. may see more WTO protesters than delegates Media Who would you rather invite to a party, Al Gore or George W. Bush? MARKETPLACE Secret journals, mini-Polaroids, and other care-package inspirations for happy campers Sales & Bargains Altered states: Where to find bargain tailoring in NoLIta | THE CRITICS Movies BY PETER RAINER Michelle Pfeiffer adds class to a standard-issue thriller in What Lies Beneath Books Hannah Green's Little Saint finds faith in a French mountain village Art At the Whitney, Barbara Kruger's singular brand of subversion Classical Music Peter Greenaway soaks up Dutch history in Writing to Vermeer Television A House Divided and the lunacy of the Reconstruction South Restaurants Australian for weird: spiced kangaroo on Mulberry Street CUE Classifieds |