• 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 Carissa Katz · Sep. 9, 2016
    Photography by Carissa Katz and Wesnofske Family Photos

    With its open vistas of brown furrows, then low green plants dotted with white flowers running in parallel lines to the horizon, Bridgehampton used to be famous not for movie stars and mansions, but for potatoes. Today, the Wesnofske clan holds on against all odds: a squeeze on farmable land, the increasing difficulty of getting to market, and the deeper question of who will carry on.

  • by Laura Donnelly · Sep. 9, 2016
    Photography by Phillip Cheng

    The saga of the rise and fall and rise again of the woman behind Tate’s Cookie’s, Kathleen King, borders on Shakespearean. At the very least, King laughingly says, it could be a “made for TV movie.” Laura Donnelly reports.

  • by Carissa Katz · Sep. 9, 2016
    Photography by Homer Parkes

    The story of how your tilapia ended up swimming in basil and wine on your dinner plate is probably a more convoluted journey than Finding Dory’s. But, as the concept of buying local expands to embrace seafood, it doesn’t have to be that way. On an express trip from the ocean off Montauk Point to Nick and Toni’s, Carissa Katz traces a few pounds of premium black sea bass.

  • by Biddle Duke · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Durell Godfrey

    Some people go the Hampton Classic for world-class equestrian competition. Some of us go for world-class people-watching Some of the riders gracing the Grand Prix field are Olympians But have you seen the hats? 

  • by Amanda M. Fairbanks · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Durell Godfrey

    Darting between Sag Harbor, the city, and Palm Beach, Marc Zowine — possibly the most in-demand hairstylist on the East End scene — creates the perfect surfer blonde.

  • by Christina Robert · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Chelsea Audibert

    Bhumi Farms, one of the South Fork's newest and smallest community-supported farms, has joined the local charge toward a new food frontier.

  • by Jack Graves · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Craig MacNaughton

    At the age of 81, Gig John Ryan is the elder statesman of East End lifeguarding. Jack Graves talks with him about saving lives, narrow escapes, and what every kid should be able to do in the water.

  • by EAST Staff · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Durell Godfrey

    Trump ahead on Newtown Lane

  • by Jennifer Landes · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Courtesy of Pollock-Krasner Center

    The Death of Jackson Pollock


    This August marks the 60th anniversary of the night when Jackson Pollock died, thrown from the wheel of his car into the woods on Springs-Fireplace Road. To this day, Pollock still looms larger than any of the legions of young artists who have followed his phantom to the East End — and a steady stream of curious fans, many of them born long after the great man’s death, still makes the pilgrimage to his gravesite at Green River Cemetery. Jennifer Landes reflects on what happened that night and why.

  • by Mark Segal · Aug. 8, 2016
    Photography by Philippe Cheng

    How do two artists create a happy home among the billionaire hedgerows of Bridgehampton, raise a couple of good kids, and still manage to create captivating work? Bastienne Schmidt and Philippe Cheng have found the magic keys.