As I sit here writing this Anton is next to me on his computer tracking the path of the hurricane. Each hour since yesterday morning he updates me; "It's moving more west", "Now, it's headed more east", "East Hampton is in line", "East Hampton is looking a bit safer", well now it's headed farther east than before and East Hampton is looking a bit less safe. If you're wondering where I'm writing this, well I'm in East Hampton. Why not the city? We have a place here, a beautiful place that needed to be secured. Too much stuff all around it can go flying so we came out to do our best to limit the rockets. Now everything is put away, food and water has been bought along with gasoline for the never-before-used generator from several storms ago. I wonder where we should sit this out considering the place is almost all glass, huge sheets of it. I look out and see the woods and garden and big old trees that surround us and try to imagine how it might change. Will the giant oak that grows out of the deck change position and move to the cozier confines of the living room? Will the spectacular weeping hemlock that was just installed in the front decide it would rather nestle in our neighbor's back yard on the opposite side of this cul-de-sac? Will the 3 twenty foot cedars that border the pool reconsider their positioning and decide the deep end of the pool is a better spot? These thoughts and more are racing through my head since our drive out last night.
The LIE (Long Island Expressway) was a curious sight with the westward lane jammed with cars and our side heading east was almost empty. The town on a Friday night was almost ghostly. No wait for a table for dinner, no pushing, shoving, elbowing or Birkin bag swinging to use the rest room.
I have to say the grocery store where we stopped after getting a text from Fresh Direct informing us that they would NOT be delivering food and supplies this morning (f%&k) was a different story. The place was stripped of most everything. At the deli counter I was behind this girl who looked suspiciously like Lindsay Lohan, but wasn't. She was in black leggings, a little cashmere cardigan on backwards buttoning half way up a skeletal back with a container of what appeared to be spam salad she'd just ordered and couldn't wait to get home to inhale, asking for cheese that looked like Swiss. She wasn't familiar with it and kept pointing and calling it something that the guy helping her couldn't make out. Her speech was garbled with her mouth full of that foul feed. After minutes of this pointing, grunting and chewing he gave it to her and she coyly purred,"Think Yow-a". Do you know what that means? I didn't and neither did he. Oh well, that's young, blond and making it in the Hamptons. Actually, to be ruthlessly precise: That's making it in Manorville.
I'm less afraid for myself here than my mother who's alone in Massachusetts which is also right in line with the storm's path. She's very zen about this and has set up a beach chair in the basement with a lantern, her Kindle and Daddy's ashes. Yes, I know that's a bit strange but she explained that it didn't seem right to take shelter in the basement and leave Daddy upstairs, so he's keeping her company in the basement. This is the first time he hasn't been there to wait out the storm with her and this way she feels less alone. It makes me cry, but there you have it. Grief is a real mama jama. Still I have faith we'll all get through this.
The big question is what to wear for a natural disaster. I have my shoes picked out but the rest of the look is nagging at me. I don't want to look like some annoying weekender in regulation Ralph: weathered chambray shirt, red washed chinos and a Macintosh carrying a Bottega tote full of duck tape, batteries and Pellegrino. I thought my titanium linen djellaba that John Bartlett did would be cool. I LOVE how it looks in wind, like a sail. It's floor length and not the easiest to run from falling glass or trees so I'll probably opt for my Levi's with stretch, a t-shirt from Ralph Lauren in wide faded stripes, very Opie, that shows off my gym kissed upper body and a baseball cap with my old logo on it. In times like these it's the simple things that matter most. Driving down Main Street just about every shop is boarded up. That is every shop with the exception of Ralph Lauren. I guess he didn't get the memo that God doesn't have a favorite retailer. Even Elie Tahari got that memo and he's usually oblivious to wisdom and good sense.
That brings to mind all the pressing news of late regarding the love lives of super models: Natalia Vodianova having left her billionaire husband only to fall desperately in love with Bernard Arnault's son, Junior. My favorite is Linda Evangelista and her paternity suit against Mr. Pinault. Why another clueless billionaire would accidentally impregnate a woman who is known to not get out of bed for anything less than 20 bucks is madness. Couldn't Natalia find a nice boy with millions from her neighborhood? Why wasn't Salma Hayek enough woman for Mr. Pinault? These guys and gals swim with sharks and then seem surprised when they get mauled. The real tragedy is that we, innocent sun worshippers on the beach of life have to read about it. The fashion press that spoon feeds this garbage as though its pressing news should be tossed into the hurricane churned sea. Daphne Guinness was "too shy" to meet "Lee" [Alexander] McQueen... This from a girl who's whole life is lived in public for the public. It's as rich as she is. These and other more sordid musings go through my head as I await the cyclone. Tape Worm [Carine Roitfeld] and her off spring and their ascendancy to the status of First Family of Fashion is another conundrum. A Barneys ad with them hiding behind ratty hair and smokey eyes does not inspire me to shop there. I'll make do with my humble wardrobe when the rains come. Its absolutely still outside. Weird bugs are flying and crawling which has to have something to do with the theater of weather bearing down on us. The parking lot of Home Depot at exit 64 was home to a swarm of flying, biting ants at 10 last night. It was like some B movie about pestilence. We had to get out of the car after having raced to escape them and brush them off. They were all over our bodies and in our hair, biting through our clothes and crawling everywhere inside the car. No joke. You can't make this shit up.
One thing is abundantly clear to me in all of this. I wouldn't trade that other pair of sensible shoes facing my up to the moment Tretorn puddle stompers for anything. So good luck everybody. Be careful, wear something appropriate and look out for one another. If you can help someone who's alone or in need, do it. I'll do the same.
THE ACL GOLF SHOP
2 months ago
Stay safe honey and post as soon as you can when the weather clears. :)
Trees and glass walls ... edgy. Be safe. Period.
You won my heart and spilled my coffee with your Linda doesn't get out of bed for less than $20.
A family member is recklessly driving from Chicago to Bennington Vermont (college) and my eyes are glued to the route.
Nature is very pissy and must be appeased.
Cannot imagine the sacrifices that would be made to her in previous times. H&M for a season?
My prayers are with you guys to stay safe. I hope very much that your house survives the hurricane with minimal damage.
BTW, I was rolling when you said Tape Worm!
I support Mark Lee's efforts, but I pine for the days when the Barneys ad campaigns match up to the iconic images they used to roll out back in the 90s.
I love the ash color deck washed with rain, so shiny and pretty and your celadon rubber boots. Perfect.
I thought of you last night and my many New Yorker friends, as usual getting annoyed at all the reporters hanging on to lamp posts in the wind , shouting banalities in their sleek " cire' " covered with TV station logos. Here, we have no warning, no time to think when an earthquake strikes, as it did last year in the Sonoran desert. 15 to 30 seconds and it is over, and then you stand there for a while with a scream in your throat that will not come out. Because of the intense heat we are generally in our Jellabas , bare footed and tanned, moving slowly . We place bets on the magnitude, we are pros by now...Then we wait nervously for the counter shock . It's a reminder everytime , what matters in your life what does not, like the Fashion business which is now about everything but fashion...Yes, Marc Jacob, he is a solid earner for the MultiNationals , good for the stock market,for the investors,for China, and he has a large Koolaid drinkers bloggers/followers, so why take chances....Mr Ralph Lauren understood that reality. People like Galliano and MacQueen are too dangerous , they have talents, they are not robots, they are humans. No one will be allowed to throw a wrench in the machine anymore....Bloggers were supposed to do that, but they are invited to the shows and they get a goody bag,they see stars, so they are happy no matter what....
I have such smart company on this blog. I feel so lucky and am honestly inspired by many of you and your insight. Its nice to know I'm not alone out here. Thanks for joining me.
I do love the shoes!
So, how bad was it, do you have any damages ? What about the town ? Hope you guys are all right. Anderson Cooper gave the " all clear" but then he did that for Katerina as well, forgetting the rest of the world does not live on French Street.
Note to Barney's: Hire all the other people we can't stand for your windows too.
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