LUCY BARNES IN THE VILLAGE
So you’re trapped in the city for the weekend—well, you can always make your way to Lucy Barnes’s store at 117 Perry Street. If you’ve had a margarita or two and you don’t mind squinting, its leafy West Village location could be mistaken for a hamlet in the Berkshires. No one does a camisole like Lucy, and this year’s are no exception. Adorned with organza flowers and embellished with silk from antique kimonos, the one-offs can be paired with her delicate patchwork and embroidered skirts. Perfect for those hot summer nights we strongly believe will arrive one of these days.
SUNDAY ON SHELTER ISLAND
For beachgoers whose bottoms positively chafe at the thought of lying on anything less than a Manuel Canovas towel, Sunday, the new boutique at Shelter Island’s Sunset Beach Hotel, is a lifesaver. Ria Browne, the store’s “curator,” stocks everything you could possibly need for the weekend: caftans by Muriel Brandolini, YSL sunglasses, Tatler, The Devil Wears Prada, and Experience Karma, a self-help book by Tom Ford’s psychic. “It’s not literary smut,” says Browne (who also designs Mella, the cultish terry-cloth flip-flops). “It’s just stuff you’d probably only buy in an airport.” In other words, chic but trashy. So much for Shelter Island’s reputation as the un-Hamptons.