Maria Matthiessen of Sag Harbor found herself in a pickle that will probably be familiar to many grandparents: She had not planned to adopt pets, but her granddaughter, Ava, finagled her into it. Two cats, to be precise, from the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons. And that is when the trouble started.
At a time when teardowns have become so ubiquitous here that everyone knows what is meant, it is a relief to find a sprawling carriage house and stable dating from 1902 that, aside from modest interior renovations and some exterior repairs over the years, is essentially unchanged.
No matter where you live in New York City, fortune’s wheel plays a part in your well-being. Great views and sunlight are here today and gone tomorrow. The coming of a new subway line shatters the peace and quiet of thousands. Small buildings are demolished to make way for big ones; longtime tenants are out of luck. Life changes.
That the South Fork is home to many of the rich and famous isn’t a surprise, but not everyone is aware of the positive corollary: Our thrift shops are high class recycling centers! No yard sale rejects here, no chips in the china, clothing is...
A beautiful waterfront house on a bluff in Springs may be an unlikely place for a museum, but suspend your disbelief. This is no archive of ancient artifacts nor a paean to priceless paintings. No, this is the Museum of Low Taste, or MOLT, a good-humored and astonishingly expansive assemblage of midcentury kitsch — ceramic figurines, lazy susans,...

Durell Godfrey is making a list and checking it twice.  The Star’s hunter-gatherer, she is gonna find out who’s been really really nice. . .
When The Star’s hunter-gatherer, Durell Godfrey, went on a shopping safari, she found some serious and some useful objects, and some things just for fun. But all have interesting silhouettes.
As the South Fork is enveloped in autumn’s abundant colors, a recently opened farm stand is offering the fruits of long labor in Bridgehampton’s fertile fields.
Tom Dakin considers himself an ordinary gardener, but for more than 30 years the part-time North Haven resident has cultivated an extraordinary tropical flower — the canna lily.
For as long as the water is warm enough, Priscilla Rattazzi and Chris Whittle keep a fleet of kayaks, paddleboards, and two small sailboats at the edge of Georgica Pond, ready for a jaunt around the pond or a trip across it to the ocean beach in the near distance.

Way back in 1999, I lived in the servants’ quarters of an “antique” cottage on a tiny one-way lane, hidden on the east side of Georgica Pond. As I worked as an architect from its hot, spidery second-floor apartment, I heard the rumblings of something going on next door. New construction. Should be interesting to watch, I thought.
Not every old house that gets snapped up on the South Fork is razed to make way for a bigger one. Especially not in Sag Harbor, and especially not the house Alex Matthiessen bought in 2002.

Blackberries are one of the great culinary joys of late summer. They ripen at a time when most other berries are finishing, and though they tend to be a little sour when eaten fresh, they have fantastic flavor as well as a rich dark purple color when cooked. They are also great in that they are relatively easy to pick, since the berries are large...