2009 June 29

One Night in Montauk

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(NEW YORK) Weekends be damned---cocktailing must go on. Neither Saturday status nor the so-called getaway nature of the Hamptons threatened to slow down those Manhattanites hell-bent on a party. Case in point: samedi soir, Main Street, East Hampton. The Tommy Hilfiger store, merely months old, kicked off its T Studio, which will offer gratis T-shirts to the first 50 clients on Saturdays through Labor Day. The perfectly civilized cocktail, hosted by Molly Sims, began at 5 instead of the usual 6 (accounting for the alcool-friendly vacation tendencies).

The crowd? New Yorkish, of course. Kristian Laliberte and Annabel Vartanian...Andrew Saffir and Daniel Benedict...Olivia Palermo et boytoy...even Joe Zee, who merchandished the merch and found plenty to love. "I'll be twittering soon," he warned--with what may have been a hint of ominousity. "I got too much sun," Benedict shrugged, referencing a common condition induced by the first full-sun Saturday of the season. Luckily, there was nary a disapproving derm in sight. But! "Our car's outside," said Saffir, abdicating from Tommy's Veuve-fest alongside Benedict and pal Beth Stern (nee Ostrosky) in favor of the sparkling wine served up at the nearby Phoenix House benefit honoring Jason Binn. Lizzie Grubman, Christina Cuomo, Alison Brod et al congregated under the stars while admiring the lush lawn of anonymous hosts.

As the East End's collective cocktail hours slowly droned to a close, the scene even further East began percolating. Is Montauk the new West Chelsea? The heavens may tremble. Over at Surf Lodge, the scene was positively throbbing with chicsters who stopped at Cyril's first for the requisite BBC (banana, Bailey's and cream). Erin Lucas of The City held court at an inside table, as equally attractive twentysomethings watched surf films on a taut screen and warmed themselves with army blankets (thoughtfully provided by the Lodge) as well as the occasional shot of tequila. As the fog rolled in and the formerly laid-back outdoor sapce transitioned into an impromtu dance floor, the DJ wisely put on some Michael Jackson tunes. "So much MJ, so little dance ability," one model type sighed while tapping her foot to "ABC" in the bathroom line. Let the season begin!

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