East Magazine

Rare antique clothing and vintage fabrics require care and clever storage. Colette Gilbert picks up a few tips as she traces a thread between a Revolutionary War–era textile artist named Prudence Punderson and the contemporary couture house of Amy Zerner — revealing an East Hampton tradition of needlework and female artistry.

How do we want to eat this summer? Inspired by "Salad Freak," a cool new cookbook by Jess Damuck, a Shelter Island girl made good, our menu will be fresh, fast, fun (and full of folic acid!).

Away from the bustle, on just under seven acres in a bucolic corner of Springs, is Duck Creek — the surprising little arts center doing big things.

Two beloved East End businesses have come together on a collaboration that is sure to be a very chill hit this summer: a specialty cinnamon-doughnut-spiked coffee ice cream, combining Dreesen’s Famous Donuts with John’s Drive-In’s ice cream.

Amanda Green, daughter of a legendary Broadway family and part-timer in Springs, has a hit of her own right now with "Mr. Saturday Night," starring Billy Crystal.

There’s a room on the lower level of the Suffolk County Historical Society building that holds an artifact that was once revered in local history. On display here is an object made out of cloth, stitched by hand, and preserved, tightly pressed under glass. It measures 41.5 inches by 28.5 inches and consists of 13 white six-pointed stars on a blue canton, with seven bars of red and six white. It’s constructed out of homespun, a worsted wool, with the stars made out of cotton muslin. It is known as the Hulbert flag because it was found stashed in the rafters of a Bridgehampton barn that was owned long ago by a man named John Hulbert.

When you think of vodka’s origins, it’s likely what comes to mind is some hardscrabble Polish steppe or an inhospitable Siberian plain. After all, the word vodka comes from the Russian translation of water: voda. Certainly, an unlikely association of this distilled spirit’s provenance would be the verdant and eye-wateringly expensive village of Sagaponack.

Manoucher Yektai was stubborn about his aspirations.

From an early age he believed he possessed something of significance, something the world needed. He spoke of that belief all his life. It drove him as a youthful poet and inexperienced painter from tradition-bound Iran in the 1940s, and continued to animate him and provide powerful direction as he navigated the art worlds of Paris, New York, and eastern Long Island. His whole life was an endeavor to meet his colossal self-imposed expectations, and he presented no shortage of hubris when it came to his ability to do so.

For a Hanukkah sweet, we propose a homemade donut that touches on two traditions: beloved jelly-stuffed sufganiyot and the homespun crullers fried up in East Hampton kitchens since colonial days. Here, a recipe — and advice for fearful friers — adapted from an ORIGINAL column by Florence Fabricant published in The Star in 1975.

Times have changed, as has terminology. What was once called a spritzer or a mocktail is sometimes now called a “soft cocktail” by the internet blogeratti. Call it whatever makes you and your guests happy. What really matters is that there’s something for everyone.

Last year, Robert Longo, like so many of his New York City peers, was a full-time resident in his weekend house here, improvising studio space in a basement, which he called “a storm of chaos,” while he waited to move into another house in Northwest.

In the midst of the pandemic, he was organizing “All for the Hall,” a benefit exhibition for Guild Hall, recruiting his friends to donate work and finding an eager artistic community ready to give back when it was so urgently needed.