• Zellweger, ghost, Worthington

    Ghosts of Winter

    By Erica-Lynn Huberty
    Photography by East Hampton Star Archive
    Long before Dickens and his Christmas Carol, the holidays were associated with hauntings. Pull your chair up to the roaring fire
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  • Just a Memory, Girl

    By Christopher Walsh
    Photography by The East Hampton Star

    What really happened at the Memory Motel that off-season when the Rol

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  • Roots

    By Cornelia Channing
    Photography by Various
    The story of how Long Island became the wine region that it is today begins, rather inauspiciously, with two twenty-somethings, a potato farm, and
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  • Voice of The Storm

    By Cornelia Channing
    Photography by East Hampton Star Archive

    Survivors of the Hurricane of 1938 recall the wind's haunting harmonic scream, the houses destroyed, the lives lost. 

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  • Trouble on the Half Shell

    By Biddle Duke
    Photography by Various Sources

    Oyster farming is a wonderful thing—for the environment, for foodies, for small-scale entrepreneurs.

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  • Fantasy Island

    By Zinnia Smith
    Photography by East Hampton Star


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  • Let's Rock

    By editor
    Photography by Nina Channing


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  • The Beatnik Drug Bust of '65

    By Christopher Walsh
    Photography by East Hampton Star Archive

    “It was the social event of the 1965 season, no doubt about it,” was the rather sarcastic opening line in The East Hampton Star’s Aug. 26 issue.

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  • by A.M. Homes · Dec. 12, 2016
    Photography by Michael Halsband

    There’s something you don’t want to tell me,” she says.

    He says nothing.

    “I’m not an idiot,” she says. “It’s not like I don’t know what’s going on.” He sits up in the bed.

  • by Blake Fleetwood · Dec. 12, 2016
    Photography by Durell Godfrey

    The East End used to be — like America at large — a land of broad horizons, endless vistas, and open arms. But that was before fences, gates, and hedges became so humongous.

  • by Irene Silverman · Dec. 12, 2016
    Photography by Star Archive

    The unbelievable case of the Connoisseur Burglar — a society prowler who crept through the windows of acquaintances’ mansions, carrying off only antiques — was all that rich folk from Southampton to Amagansett talked about for years.

  • by Laura Donnelly · Dec. 12, 2016
    Photography by Chelsea Audibert

    Puzzled by what to drink this holiday with your Sagaponack potato latkes or your Shinnecock oysters on the half shell? Look no further: An all-star cast assembled by our food columnist, Laura Donnelly, chose the very best of the East End’s wines in a blind taste test.

  • by Erica Broberg · Dec. 12, 2016
    Photography by Michael Moran, Christopher Wesnofske

    Bates Masi designs houses — modern, ethereal, fun, surprising, and comfortable, but never Grand with a capital G — that stand in singular contrast to the ubiquitous shingle style mansions of Hamptons cliché.

  • by Biddle Duke · Dec. 12, 2016
    Photography by Hilary Knight

    Hilary Knight, illustrator of Eloise creates a self-portrait for East.

  • by Levi Shaw-Faber · Nov. 11, 2016
    Photography by

    America’s first offshore wind farm is, literally, on the horizon.

  • by Bess Rattray · Nov. 11, 2016
    Photography by

    East Hampton’s memory-invoking sweet is a big, soft, ginger-spiked, sugar-dusted cookie made with dark molasses.

  • by Kassandra Thatcher · Nov. 11, 2016
    Photography by

    With darkness descending by 4 p.m., it’s time to hole up to write the Great American Novel, knit the Great American Sweater, or, um, secretly watch a ton of TV and movies with a “Hamptons” theme. Here are our picks that are either timeless, essential watching, or just so hysterically, obnoxious that we can’t look away.

  • by Biddle Duke · Nov. 11, 2016
    Photography by Dalton Portella

    Not only — as the wonderful Vermont poet David Budbill wrote in “Winter: Tonight: Sunset” — “for being here, today, now, alive in this life, in this evening, under this sky.” Yes, partly that, but