I didn’t love the 2015 Hamptons Designer Show House as much as usual. Usually, the rooms beckon me: sit down, sink into the sofa, stay awhile, get inspired, enjoy the view, covet the pool house, relax. This year, walking through the rooms, I had an uncomfortable feeling. For a while, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Too much glitz? Too many rooms that felt like they were for the same purpose, for the same shallow people. And then it became apparent: this is a house for people who like to drink. People who mix and sip cocktails from morning to night, cocktails in every room.
Cocktails, indoors and outdoors.
Cocktails, upstairs and downstairs.
It looks like the other guests ($35 per person, to benefit Southampton Hospital) polished off the cocktail peanuts. But they apparently didn’t touch the liquor. Or the Lucite ice cubes. I left, envisioning the house after a wild weekend: puddles of booze on the floor, filled ash trays, broken glass, broken promises. One more shot (with my phone) and I’m outta here.