*take me outside, sit in the green garden nobody out there, but it’s okay now, bath in the sunlight, don’t mind if rain falls, take me outside, sit in the green garden…
as we’re putting each issue together, ideas tend to intersect. i once heard the editors of the paris review talking about this as rhymes and it’s a good way to put it. when you have a bunch of people going in the same direction at the same time, these synchronicities are bound to happen. we have two serpents in this issue, random indeed. outrageous coincidences? maybe not, but there is still something to be said about things naturally coalescing.
we actually have a number of these cloverleafs. in his west of li column, alan semerdjian includes kayaking as part of his look at summer in the city. he completes the thought with the rare, enigmatic hallet nature sanctuary. editorial assistant casey dooley couched his kayak piece in our annual summer almanac. casey caught up with a few veteran paddlers to find out about exploring the waterways in this singular, beautifully quiet way. he likewise tracked down some yeoman boulderers and bikers for the goods on getting a handle on these. as for our summer almanac, it’s full of other rhymes: spending an afternoon reading in port washington, meanwhile our arts section covers the southampton writers conference and also features a list of summer titles by local authors. our almanac is the ultimate locals’ guide to everything happening. you already know how to find the restaurants in huntington, but did you know about the alligators in sayville? or the summer concert series at southampton’s agawam park? you will now.
elsewhere in the issue, opportunities for exploring (and more rhymes) also present themselves. for one, we take a look at the east hampton artists and writers softball game. the event is a social lightning rod that draws from the worlds of art, culture, entertainment and politics. artist eric ernst told us about his father, painter jimmy ernst, dragging him to the games in the early days. (eric and jimmy are descendants of surrealist max ernst, quoted by semerdjian in his summer in the city.)
associate editor sal vaglica caught up with three of our favorite chefs to find out what they’re cooking this summer—his shore to please is likely to be your best friend next time you’re planning a dinner party. chef robert reed, newly installed at the montauk yacht club, is also leaning on the island’s connection to the water to make waves. in our who’s cooking profile, reed tells us about his love of seafood, paring knives and french cuisine. which leads me to perhaps the biggest rhyme of all…
at the center of this issue lies montauk. we started really paying attention about four summers ago, when it seemed like something different was starting to happen there. something raw. something honest. a place a little less crowded, a little less jaded than some others. of course this has all changed, quickly. but montauk still has a singular way about it. the village has become a magnet for hipsters and scenesters and everyone else. still, it hasn’t lost its sense of self. despite the attention, montauk seems impervious to the flash and doting of the crowds. and that unapologizing come-as-you-are sensibility is perhaps its most attractive trait. because a low-key vibe is a big part of summer. it makes the title of our annual swimsuit segment, endless montauk, an apt touchstone not just for the feeling summer brings, but also a lot of what this issue is about.
*i’ll go, wherever you go, wherever you take me, i’ll go —nadA
* “Green Garden,” Laura Mvula