The Snobs, Pageantry and Pony Moms of the Hamptons Classic The Pony Mom Illustration by Trivia Draws Every summer, as August burns itself out and Labor Day looms like a threat to linen pants, the Hamptons Classic Horse Show gallops into Bridgehampton, and with it comes an elite stampede of high-society posers, passive-aggressive riders, champagne-sipping nouveau snobs, Pony Moms and influencers Wouldn’t know a crop from a crop top. Some will tell you the Classic is one of the

When Your Guy Starts Losing You A Lost Legacy? I voted for Donald Trump twice. I supported him, defended plenty of what he did and still believe his presidency challenged a Washington establishment that desperately needed challenging. It still does. I’m still in his favor, but I'm tired, and I suspect a lot of conservatives are tired too. Tired of Trump, Trump, Trump. Every issue becomes about him. Every criticism becomes disloyalty. Every setback is somebody else's fault. At

There are reservations, and then there are reservations. One is something you make on an app three weeks in advance, selecting 7:15 because 7:30 mysteriously disappeared while you were typing in your credit card number. The other begins with, “Hey, it’s Joseph. Any chance you can squeeze us in around eight?” “Of course. Come on by.” That is the glorious little world of being a regular, and I’m convinced it remains one of life's most underrated luxuries. Being a regular isn't

A New Money Gathering in The Hamptons Ah, the Hamptons. That magical stretch of Long Island where a $38 lobster roll is considered casual dining, a rented Range Rover qualifies as generational wealth, and everyone you meet is either launching a magazine, hosting a “private” party or desperately trying to get invited to one. Welcome to summer in the Hamptons…America’s most expensive high school cafeteria. Once upon a time, the Hamptons were genuinely understated. Old families.