I arrived yesterday late afternoon in Montauk and checked into the old school ’shabby-chic’ hotel called Memory Motel. Hot spot in the 70’s for peeps like The Rolling Stones, Warhol and the likes. Now…. ha ha …. well, the new owners are these cool, young guys who know what’s up. they took over the joint one month ago, but they have decided to wait with the whole renovation process till December. So, the rooms are very ‘authentic’. I have absolutely no problem with this ‘realism’. On the contrary. I think it’s very rock’n’roll. And anyways, who wants to stay in their room when the beach is miles of pure white sand and deep, blue waves.
On 4th of July I hosted a party out here and it got pretty insane after 1 a.m. More than a 1000 peeps showed up and 2 bands performed.
The next morning my 2 girls Giada and Tine came out from Manhattan. They woke me up and dragged me straight down to the beach where we jumped right into the waves. Soooo amazing and way warmer than the Pacific. Then we went for lunch in Montauk Habour and caught up on all the gossip that has been going down since May over a bottle of Sancerre.