Get Bitten at the Shark Attack Sounds Party in Montauk

Montauk has enjoyed a long, tenuous relationship with sharks. People are afraid of them, of course, despite the fact that being attacked by a shark while swimming is extremely unlikely. But they are also fascinated by their beauty, grace, and raw, primordial power. This fear and fascination likely stems from the true tales of Montauk shark fisherman Frank Mundus, who is widely believed to be the inspiration for the irascible character Quint in Peter Benchley’s classic novel Jaws. All these years later, residents and visitors to Montauk still can’t get enough of sharks, which goes a long way toward explaining the popularity of the annual Shark Attack Sounds party, which will celebrate its 10th anniversary on Friday, July 5, 2013 at Montauk Yacht Club

The party, which is being brought to the shark-loving masses by photographer Ben Watts, Milk Studios founder Mazdack Rassi, and high-profile event producer Jeffrey Jah, promises to be a wild, thrashing affair. DJ’s Zen Freeman, Carl Kennedy, and Chelsea Leyland will be on the ones and twos, and all the culinary and mixological treats of the Montauk Yacht Club will be available to keep the energy high and body temperatures cool. Expect plenty of beautiful people, pounding beats (the song of the summer may well be anointed here), and do-not-disturb signs on guest room doors as the night goes on.

Tickets are $46 per person and can be purchased here. And the best part? Well, the best part is that it’s an awesome party in a beautiful space with sexy people, but the second best part is that a portion of the proceeds will go to benefit the Montauk Playhouse. Let’s call it partying for a good cause. You’d be a monster to miss it. 

Doors open at 6:00 p.m. and the fun goes on until late late late. Slather on the sunscreen and sleep it off on the beach on Saturday. 

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Apparently ‘Jaws’ Fans Are Maniacs

In addition to it being Shark Week, it’s also the 37th anniversary of Jaws, Steven Spielberg’s duh you know what Jaws is why am I even bothering to explain it. Because of how the zeitgeist works, I guess, Universal is releasing the thriller on Blu-ray for the first time to coincide with everybody’s Shark Fever. And because it’s August, which is typically a slow-news month for pop-culture blogging (we don’t like to touch on politics and mass shootings, OK?), it’s all anyone is talking about this week. And, apparently, it’s worth mentioning that there’s a subculture of Jawsheads and they are, in fact, cripplingly insane. 

Over at New York magazine, author Rachel Kramer Bussel treks up to Martha’s Vineyard not for a vacation, but to hang out with a bunch of people who are into dressing like Richard Dreyfuss (sadly not What About Bob? Richard Dreyfuss) and showing off their awesome Jaws nail art. Ladies and gentleman, these are the denizens of Jawsfest:

For the fans who traveled from Argentina, Scotland, Sweden, the U.K., and across the United States, the names Joe Alves (production designer), Peter Benchley (deceased author of the novel Jaws), and Carl Gottlieb (Jaws screenplay co-author) are just as—if not more—important as the movie’s lead actors. None of the major surviving cast members attended Jaws, but the attendees went just as crazy for the ones with smaller roles who did show up: Susan Backlinie, who played Victim Number One Chrissie; Lee Fierro, who played Mrs. Kintner, whose son is eaten right off of his yellow raft; and Jeffrey Kramer, who played Deputy Hendricks (and, full disclosure, is this author’s uncle).

A close camaraderie quickly formed among the gathering of "Finaddicts," as the fans call themselves. They compared tattoos, memorabilia, and arcane knowledge, connecting with those they’d encountered on sites like jawsmovie.com and fan forums on Facebook, and attending panels such as "Special Effects, Then and Now" and "How Jaws Changed Our Lives." (Susan Sigel Goldsmith, owner of MV Promotions, which produced Jawfest, estimates that there were 2,000 attendees over the course of the festival [some events were free and attendance wasn’t counted], with 1,500 to 1,800 at the closing screening, fewer than their hoped-for 5,000-person turnout due to poor weather conditions.)

For real, though, I’m writing all of this while wearing a home-made Hey, That’s My Bike t-shirt. It’s a one-man RealityBitesfest in the BlackBook offices today, so I can’t really judge these people, who at least have the camaraderie I’m sorely lacking.

‘You’re Gonna Need a Bigger Coat’

The Academy Awards went to best Sound, Film Editing, and Original Score for Steven Spielberg’s Jaws, but to our line of thinking, best Costume Design should also have taken an Oscar. Yet awards presentations aren’t known for rewarding subtlety, and so, in a year heavy with period film nominations—The Four Musketeers, The Man Who Would Be King, and Barry Lyndon, the latter, which won the 1975 Oscar—it’s no surprise that the effortless Martha’s Vineyard-by-way-of-Manhattan style of Jaws’s lead characters went unnoticed.

The “looks” of Roy Scheider (Martin Brody), Richard Dreyfuss (Matt Hooper), and the great Robert Shaw (Captain Quint) could have been caricature: the hydrophobic New York cop, the trust-fund marine biologist, and the salty shark hunter, respectively.

In the wrong hands, with ill-conceived direction, the film could have ended up with Scheider looking like he walked off the set of The French Connection, Dreyfuss in “Nantucket Reds” whale-print ascot and Gilligan hat, and Shaw in some Ahab getup.

image Leather belt with barbed hook buckle by Kiel Mead.

Instead, the wardrobe supervisors, led by Robert Ellsworth (who shockingly went un-credited), opted to dress the trio as men who are as comfortable in their skin as they are in their life roles. The essentials they don are as distressed as their characters. Yes, they are composites, but authentic ones.

And there are style transformations, as subtle as they are, as the three become one in their myopic journey to kill a threat to what ultimately becomes their home turf: the Atlantic Ocean, and the reticent, friendly summer resort town of Amity.

imageDistressed Levi’s.

While Hooper appears to be play-acting the role of boy oceanographer upon arrival (dressed in seaman’s cap and Levi’s denim jacket, toting a cracked brown leather rucksack), he eases into sweatshirts and jeans, and is wearing almost the same denim shirt as Quint—his nemesis—by the second half of the film, which is all shot at sea.

Brody appears ill at ease in the opening of the film, donning various incarnations of his police chief outfit. But he changes into his New York-ified black turtleneck with jeans and clear aviators (with cigarette) when the three finally hit the open sea. It’s as if he’s decided to dress to kill. Layering, too, is everything.

imageA swarthy look from the Calvin Klein Collection, Fall 2008.

Quint’s hunting jacket-meets-army surplus, with long-billed fisherman’s cap, is perhaps the signature outfit, defining his I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Perfect for scratching a Town Meeting chalkboard or singing “Show Me the Way to Go Home” in a boat hull. It is a utilitarian look, with lots of pockets, and masculine personified.

While the men’s fashion season’s offerings are decidedly more fey (and pricey), the Jaws look—outdoorsy and prep—can be mixed-and-matched with essentials from Levi’s (vintage and new), the so-distressed Double RL brand, and Gap, together with perhaps some more high-end pieces out of Yves Saint Laurent, Calvin Klein, John Varvatos, Polo, and Bottega Venetta. Then again, there’s always your local army surplus store in a pinch.