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  • 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, and commemorative items, among other things — a proud and highly concentrated collection that numbers in the thousands.
  • Party. To Party. What does it mean? What does it require? What elusive substance is it that marks the difference between attending a party and partying in the verb?
  • More than a decade before Jason Biondo was born, Macy’s, the department store, and Raymond Loewy, the prolific industrial designer, commissioned the renowned architect Andrew Geller to design about 200 prefabricated houses for Culloden Point, a peninsula less than three miles from Montauk’s downtown. It was 1963, and the Leisurama homes, as they were called, cost between $13,000 and $17,000.
  • Two years ago, when the old Federal-Italianate residence at 6 Union Street in Sag Harbor finally escaped the years-long grip of bank foreclosures and landed in the hands of real estate developers, it was in a state of near collapse. Its windows were boarded, the front porch was in danger of caving in, and there was a hole in the roof of an addition at the back. The building, which is thought to date to the 1760s, has long been called the Morpurgo house, named for Annselm and Helga Morpurgo, the sisters who had lived in it, fought over it, and let it disintegrate over decades.
  • What she could possibly give her husband as a 25th wedding anniversary present was on Yusi Gurrera’s mind about a year and a half ago when she came up with a perfect solution. She would ask a friend who is a sculptor, James Grashow, who lives in Connecticut, to create something that would epitomize her husband’s main interest — fish.
  • Do you ever dream of an old-fashioned beach house? A house with casual imperfection, simplicity, and no worry about sunscreen staining a custom sofa’s imported fabric? A house where you sit anywhere, put anything down wherever you want, sweep the floor with ease, and head to the beach? In East Hampton such a house, if you could find one, would be a rarity.
  • Tucked inconspicuously on Dayton Lane Extension in the Village of East Hampton is a small house with a long history. Now owned by Uwe Kind, an educator who invented
  • On Friday, the designers for this year’s showhouse sale at the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons Thrift and Treasure Shop were mostly getting started in their rooms and spaces, but the frisson of creativity was already palpable, as was their love of their dogs.
  • A crowd estimated at more than 100 people gathered at Hook Mill in East Hampton Village at dusk on Saturday to honor the victims of the shootings at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.
  • The 1970s, when I lived in a rent-controlled Columbia University apartment, were a cool time. Macrame and tie-dyed T-shirts were in, and we all seemed to gravitate toward avocado plants.

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