Space Ibiza New York to Open

Space Ibiza New York opens Friday, with what they are calling their “Opening Fiesta Part 1.” Space Ibiza New York is a mega club way off to the left and up there at 637 West 50th Street. Now don’t panic, there are no tolls, and passports are not required…except maybe as ID. I went recently to take a peek and took the subway to 50th and 8th. I figured it was a nice pleasant walk on a summer day, but by the time I hit 10th Avenue I needed a canteen and a walking stick. It’s off the beaten pass and hopefully for them not a far cry from the maddening crowds. The location is actually a good thing, as this mega club with a mega sound system and mega lights and sure to be mega crowds is away from most residencies. It’s those pesky residencies that cause joints grief. Few want to live near a club. The location, location, location just might be perfect for what they are doing, doing, doing. 

The opening night features DJ / Kompakt label honcho Michael Mayer, DJ / producer Alex Delano, Vanjee, Nadav Vee and that’s a lot of firepower. Saturday, “Opening Fiesta Part 2” has DJs Duke Dumont, Jax Jones, and Camito Franco. The joint is 20,000 square feet of moving parts and state of the art everything. It has a very large room, a really small room, and a fairly small room. At the time of my visit they were talking about putting a DJ in the really small room, which has a really cool bar and the coat check. I didn’t think that would work with doors opening all the time and a big banging system right through those doors, and I told them so, but, hey, I’ve been wrong before on this stuff. I remember that error; it was June 3, 1985 ( I was half asleep and I should have said no). There are bells, whistles, moving lights, dramatically modern disco balls and lazers galore. They have moved mountains, actually giant steel beams, to create a room like an aircraft hanger on mushrooms. Sight lines are fantastic, so I can’t wait to see it awake, alive, and kicking. 

That’s the thing…is it really a better mousetrap? Will it take the ball and run with it leaving the others like Pacha, Output, Verbotten, and Webster Hall behind? I think it’s a different thing, and it will find its own market. I have gotten invites from a dozen people who all say it’s the real deal, and so there it is. Will this be the second coming? That all depends on who ends up showing. It has been a long time coming, as I expected this joint to open six months ago. It isn’t easy to open up a place as ambitious as this in a town like this. The owners should be congratulated and hopefully in the end rewarded. Someone said over 12 million has been spent to get this show on the road, and I could see it while I walked around. I will be there for sure. What to wear? The invite I got says, “Dress casual, but neat”. I will.

Fashion Week, September Blues and Don Hills

Fashion week is everywhere, and it’s all so annoying. I mean, where are the cabs? However, Fashion week can be a good thing for clubs jolting out of summer. This time of year can be problematic, as operators and patrons need to adjust their thinking in many ways. The weather is changing and the contrasting cool nights create many what to wear moments. The tourists have all flocked back to Capistrano, or South America, or wherever they came from. Snow birds, those who migrate north during our warm weather are starting to abandon us, flu season is approaching, and it gets dark before we are ready. College kids have returned back to Ohio ot wherever, and the newly arrived kids haven’t gotten their passable IDs sorted out yet and are hitting the books because it’s a fresh idea or don’t have a clue where to go because no one has told them. All those sports are gearing up or winding down and compete for time and cash. To top it off, many people have overextended their income with summer spending. It’s an Oy Vey time of year for club operators.

Fashion Week seems like a blessing, but with so many parties and so much free booze given away at must attend events, it’s possible for places to be packed one night and empty the next, as their competition has the good party that evening. I avoid the maelstrom and pick my spots carefully. I am completely in on tonight’s Interview Magazine soiree at The Hills, formerly the legendary Don Hills. We will get a peek at the boo that closed a few years ago with Don’s passing. They’ll open, open for real in a month or so…for real. Another soiree that has me going is the birthday party for Noel Ashman and persons to be named later tomorrow night. A bevy of celebrity hosts and DJs make this event interesting. It is in the soon to open The Leonora on West 29th Street. This shindig is absolutely private, so you will have to sacrifice your Louboutins or a small animal to a publicist to get in. 

Tonight I’m going to just ignore it all and head to Frankie Sharp’s Fashion Week party. He has Willam from Ru Pauls Drag Race and the right attitude for me… always. This thing will take place at Westgay at Westway (75 Clarkson). If I survive all this hoopla, I will strive to see Veiled: A Fashion Installation by Veritee Hill tomorrow from 8:30pm  to 11pm at The Urban Garden Room, located at 43rd St and 6th Ave across the street from Bryant Park. Susanne Bartsch says I should go and I never argue with her—what would be the point?

“Like Playing Deer Hunter, But with Celebrities” — NYFW’s Best Parties

Adult Magazine’s new issue at American Two Shot

Thursday night my buddy Corey Olsen; a photographer, and myself, whatever I am, decided we would hit some fashion week parties so you didn’t have to. After checking out the new issue of Adult magazine at American Two Shot we headed over to the Meatpacking because *we luv 2 party*. We met up with some friends to, you know, “paint the town red” or something and started making our way over to the Essential Homme party at Gilded Lily. Ja Rule was set to perform and I didn’t want to miss that. I also invited along my brother, Tucker, who works in finance and told me how he ended up at the Zana Bayne show earlier which sort of baffled all of us, including him.

We arrived at Essential Homme to a mob at the door and the news that nobody was getting in. By some grace of god, or perhaps just friendship with the PR, I managed to get our posse of nine in. However, once we got inside it became clear why the door was closed. The party was so full that despite getting inside there was no way of getting past the crowds of suave dudes. Our team decided that sadly this wasn’t the play, and turned back to the mean streets of the meatpacking.

Our crew dispersed with most of our friends heading to Chromat and ODD’s parties while Corey and I made our way over to Richard Chai’s after-party at Up & Down. The scene was vastly different — no insanity at door and room to breathe inside. We were quickly directed to the cool boy celebs we needed to take pics of — the Jonas brothers (Joe was DJing!), Darren Criss of Glee, and Richard Chai himself. I fancy myself a teen heartthrob so it was nice to be with my peers.

darren ashley richard Darren Criss, stylist Ashley Weston, and Richard Chai

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Nick Jonas and friend

As I looked around for some of my actual peers I was surprised to not really recognize anyone until my girl Hari Nef rolled in looking gorgeous in green.

My babyI wore a logo-print presumably fake Dior cap all night

As more familiar faces rolled in we got to dancing and made our way upstairs (Get it? *UP* & *DOWN*, LOL) for Adult’s second party. The up became the down and the whole thing became sort of non-specific.

party girls dont get hurt“Party girls don’t get hurt” — Chandelier by Sia

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Party girl David Moses

zak krevittParty girl Zak Krevitt

We eventually made our way to Boom Boom Room where all good parties happen. We couldn’t take photos but I’ll give you a couple fun facts and you will have to believe me. Outside I heard a guy scolding the door-girl, “Don’t stamp me, I have to model tomorrow.” RJ Mitte (another heartthrob, the son from Breaking Bad) was talking to Alessandria Ambrosio and they both looked real good. We sort of felt like we were playing Deer Hunter, but with celebrities, and whatever was cool that we could share with you was worth points. There wasn’t open bar so I paid $12 for their cheapest beer. We decided we were done running around looking for the best party/pum-pum/turn-up/jump-off and looked out over the skyline. Hari sighed in relief, “I’m living for the Freedom Tower; I’m living for the moon.”

All photos by Corey Olsen

On Meeting and Laughing With Joan Rivers

Photo via IFC Films

One of the interesting things about nightlife is getting to meet, and sometimes getting to know celebrities.  I remember the Roxy Music lyrics, “With every idol, a bring down, it gets you down,” and it can be sort of like that. Rarely are they actually larger than life, save for their egos. Having been involved in some pretty swanky joints, I’ve met my share. I have had relationships with some that transcend the little ponds I toiled in and some that were fleeting glimpses, smiles and glad hands. I first met Joan Rivers in, I believe, 1988, at The World, a club I was director of on East 2nd Street and Avenue B. That was a different time and a very different Avenue B. Ms. Rivers’ husband, Edgar, had passed shockingly and her grieving period was extensive. Some publicist, I can’t remember who, had arranged a sort of coming out party.

The World seemed like the unlikeliest of places with its Hip Hop and House scene and its decidedly street culture. Yet there she was, all dressed up in the wrong place to be. She balked on the inside stairs until I and a few others assured her it would all be lovely, and she put on a good face—not the great one that made us laugh till it hurt. It was over soon after the photogs got their blood. I remember how frail she was, and despite all her vigor and confidence seen so many times on the little screen, she seemed to be afflicted that night with a “deer in the headlights” demeanor. She knew she was being paraded and pimped and she just did her best. I was introduced and she touched my hand as a child might. It saddened me. Saddening people wasn’t her natural state.

It was years later when I met her again. Somehow I ended up as a guest on her show. Some publicist arranged it, I suppose. The owner of Le Bar Bat, a 57th Street club, was there as well. I think her name was Joan; the lovely lady, died a few years later… too soon. Also Michael Alig was scheduled. The call was 7am, so I decided to just stay up all night and go. I brought my brilliant assistant and life long friend Kevin Crawford. They prepped me in the Green Room, asking me the questions I was to be asked, and I was all comfy and excited. Then Michael Alig was cancelled as the merger between the club I was operating with the clubs Peter Gatien was operating had come through.

Gatien’s publicist, right hand man John Carmen replaced Michael (Michael would be rescheduled). I loved Michael, but hated John Carmen and the mood changed. John’s claim to fame was his association with the brilliant Grace Jones who I will always love. John at one point was pleasant enough, as all good publicists need to be, but as he became singularly involved with the Gatien scene, I believe his worst side overtook any good he had in him. I found him to be loathsome. 

Now onstage, I sat in he chair right next to where Joan would be. The stage audience was all Mid-West smiles and best TV outfits and was lit up with a thousand TV lights. Remember, for me it was like 8am, and I had been up since like 1987. I normally craved shadows and corners. The crew were mic-ing me and drying my forehead and mumbling advice and camera position stuff when one of them said, “Whatever you do, don’t look up.” So I immediately did. A light the size of a Checker Cab blinded me. I was a deer in the headlights when Joan came on and the crowd went wild. She said a few words as I blinked and blinked trying to regain my eyesight. She sat down asked me a question and I mumbled and stuttered and missed the point, and then John Carmen talked over me and my hatred for him added to my delirium.

She broke to a commercial, put her hand too high up my thigh to be unnoticed, and proceeded to tell me a very dirty little joke. I laughed and laughed and I could see again. She looked me in the eyes and told me I would be all right… and I was. The audience laughed at my stories and Joan was wonderful and sweet and fucking funny… so fucking funny. After, she lingered for a minute and made sure we knew how grateful she was for being on her show. She wasn’t a deer in the headlights, or frail or afraid any more. 

She went on an on with her career and its trademark schtick. The thing about her, whether she was on some runway or show or whatever it was she was doing, was that she always connected with the people. She was always one of us. She could rip into someone and we would gasp as she said what we were thinking or wished we were. Sure, she said some awful, even inexcusable things, hurtful things, and yet we forgave her because she put it all out there and we knew she wasn’t really mean, just a comic letting it all out and exposing the idols for what they really were. She had a thousand hits, but the world tends to dwell on misses. She made me laugh and the last couple of nights I have been watching her moments on YouTube and other such places and I have cried tears of joy and sadness. We have lost a great one, a million potential laughs and insider insights. She had a great run and she leaves loved.

Dom Perignon Launches a Playful & Audacious Collection With Iris Van Herpen

Richard Geoffroy, Iris van Herpen, Anja Rubik, Arnaud de Saignes

Kicking-off New York Fashion Week, on September 3rd, Dom Pérignon feted the global debut of its new collaboration with Iris van Herpen, guest member of the prestigious Parisian Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture, with a party at Pioneer Works Center for Arts and Innovation in Red Hook. 

The balmy evening’s theme, “The Power of Creation” was filled with treats and surprises. Guests travelled by private boat and a charted bus from NYC and enjoyed a unique experiential journey through a labyrinth of spaces transformed with vibrant lighting installations by Levy Design and contortionist performances within Dustin Yellin’s Pioneer Works Center for Arts and Innovation.

Joining special guest Iris van Herpen (her creations have been worn by Lady Gaga, Beyonce, Tilda Swinton, Bjork)  was Richard Geoffroy, Chef de Cave, Dom Pérignon, and others including:  Carmelo Anthony, Paz de la Huerta, Bryan Greenberg, Joe & Nick Jonas, Michele Hicks, Kelly Rutherford, Anja Rubik, Lola Rykiel, Brian Atwood, Tom Silverman, Lyor Cohen, Amy Sacco, Colin Cowie, Pippa Cohen, Stella Schnabel, Casey Spooner, Dustin Yellin, Paz de la Huerta, Georgia Fowler, Hannelore Knuts, Santiago Barberi Gonzalez, Laura de Gunzburg, Casey Fremont Crowe, Zani Gugelmann, Marcella Lindeberg, Topper Mortimer, Richard Pandiscio & Todd Eberle and Laura Remington Platt .

Highlighting the night, guests enjoyed the first look at the Dom Pérignon Limited Edition by Iris van Herpen: an exclusive gift box and label created by van Herpen for Dom Pérignon’s Vintage 2004. Guests saw the reveal of Cocoonase, an über-premium, made-to-order piece of art created by Iris van Herpen and inspired by the importance of time in crafting each Dom Pérignon Vintage.

In Cocoonase, Iris van Herpen was inspired by the importance of time in crafting the Dom Pérignon vintages: the agility and speed needed to pick the best grapes at their peak of perfection, versus the wine’s many potent years of active maturation. Cocoonase highlights this duality of time to underscore the singularity of Dom Pérignon wines.

“The name Cocoonase references the butterfly which softens her cocoon shell before she goes into her next stage of metamorphosis,” said Iris van Herpen. “This piece of art houses Dom Pérignon Vintage 2004, symbolically nestled inside of the cocoon structure, and its fine ribs and lines represent a one-way passage out. Cocoonase acts as a shield that protects the Dom Pérignon bottle as it prepares for its metamorphosis.”

Iris van Herpen also designed a limited edition of bottles and gift boxes for Dom Pérignon Vintage 2004.

The limited edition collaboration is inspired by metamorphosis: signifying the closure of one period and the birth of another, and a powerful symbol of evolution, transformation and renaissance. 

The Dom Pérignon Limited Edition by Iris van Herpen will be available at fine wine purveyors in America, beginning September, 2014.

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4 Tara Dhingra, Donna DCruz, Nicole Ruvo

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All photos courtesy of BFA

Brand New Kilo Bravo Enriches Williamsburg

Kate Buenaflor has had a successful nine-year run in Williamsburg with Soft Spot. Now she has opened Kilo Bravo with partner Richard DeVore. It’s slick but comfortable, the right balance between high-design and ease. It comes at a time when a new Williamsburg is being defined, a Williamsburg that retains much of its creative edge while catering to those who seek that edge. Williamsburg is a global city and Kilo Bravo has positioned itself to embrace the ever-changing and burgeoning market. I caught up with Kate Buenaflor and asked her all about it.

There is a great deal of detail in Kilo Bravo’s design, a pleasant departure from the rustic reclaimed wood and dive bar look so common in the neighborhood. Why this look?

During the design stage of Kilo Bravo we were presented with a lot of that “rustic reclaimed wood” and aged-this-and-that.  My thinking was that my other bar, Soft Spot, has been open for nine years, and through those nine years it has earned some wear and tear. I already have a bar that “looks old,” I want Kilo Bravo to look new! Basically, if the wood in Kilo Bravo becomes rustic looking, it’s because we’ve earned it through years of  business. Kilo Bravo is constructed out of a combination of mahogany, brass and blackened steel. The color combination and textures of these materials supported our concept of creating a warm, comfortable, slightly elevated bar. 

We wanted all of the details of the bar to connect in some way without being too symmetrical. Small details like the shape of the brass inlay in the bar being imitated in the brass ceiling design is just one example of this connection. We followed two trains of thought with our design.  One, was to support our idea of Kilo Bravo as a neighborhood bar with American soul and a hint of Rock n’ Roll.  Two, was to build a bar that would satisfy all of a customer’s needs without them noticing. Kilo Bravo was built to be both fashionable and functional. For example, we have four cocktail tables that line the wall across from the bar. Each is made from mahogany and it’s edge has a router detail that is our salute to the grill of an American muscle car. Each table is legless and can flip down against the wall for when the bar is crowded. Fashion and Function. Kilo Bravo is full of it. From the faces of American, female rock stars peering out from our mirrors, to our under bar outlets, we feel that we have satisfied our fashionable and functional goals and designed a bar that people will happily call home.   

So what will we find at Kilo Bravo?

Kilo Bravo has two cocktail menus.  One is a series of tasty drinks that are either elevated, like our Spicy Start mixing tequila, jalapeños, and maple syrup, or they are deliciously whimsical like our series of Soda Jerk cocktails served over chipped ice in a frosty mug and a straw that changes color as you drink. The other cocktail menu is our Road Trip Menu. This is a series of 50 cocktails, one for each state. Customers have one year to take their road trip.  Once they have completed their “journey”, they get a “Welcome Home Party” at Kilo Bravo for themselves and their friends.  We have a simple menu that  features five types of slow-cooked pulled beef sandwiches, and five types of grilled cheese sandwiches, and the kitchen will encourage substitutions. All of our food is made in-house, and we’re bringing bread in from Northside Bakery, located just down the street.  

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From where will you draw your clientele? Is there a new Williamsburg crowd?  Is the neighborhood around you bringing in a client quite different than a few years ago?

We hope to have customers from the neighborhood to the Netherlands!  All are welcome! I’ve been living in Williamsburg for 12 years and I have had Soft Spot for nine. Although I’ve seen great change during this time one thing has remained the same: the quality of people remains top notch. New York is a magnet to all types of people. It always has been. Williamsburg is part of that magnetism. The customers are now and always have been great. There’s just a lot more of them now!!!!  

Is there a music program?

Our music program is rock n’ roll and soul based.  On any given night you’ll hear artists like Ike & Tina Turner, Merry Clayton, Sam Cooke, and Janis Joplin.  

Tell us about where the name came from.

Kilo Bravo are the military call signs for “K” and “B”, which are my initials. My parter, Richard DeVore is “Kansas Born” and our bar mascot is a “Killer Bison”.

How were the recipes for the state cocktails determined?

The Road Trip Cocktails are sourced by:

  • It is the famous cocktail from the state
  • An ingredient is from the state
  • The name of the cocktail is named after the state (we did not invent these)
  • The name of the cocktail is from the state sports team
  • The name of the cocktail is named after something invented in the state
  • The ingredients are super popular in the state
  • Or it was just funny as shit (New Jersey Turnpike)

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Amy Sacco and Jamie Hatchett’s Montauk No.8 Pop-Up

I’m not quite back yet from my take it easy it’s the end of summer mindset, but I will soon tell you about some openings that are about to happen and why they may or may not float your boat. Something cool happened this past weekend. I found myself out in Montauk, a place I enjoy in dead winter but avoid during season. I guess I’m less tolerant of traffic and a lot of the pretentious bullshit The Hamptons, and now Montauk, seem to propagate. I went reluctantly then I had fun. It started poolside at Montauk Beach Club where I and my merry band relaxed waiting for my DJ gig later that night. Kelly Bruce and Jessica Fafara showed us why Cointreau, Heineken Light, and Perrier should always be considered. It was the closing event for Sound Waves and I was treated like Elvis (the skinny, hot version) and we relaxed into a pretty cool scene. My crew included my DJ partner for the night, Uncle Mike, DJ Johnny Scuotto and Amanda Noa.

Our gig at Harbor was hosted by Jamie Hatchett and No.8’s Amy Sacco. It was a great party, the best I ever DJ’d at, and I have been doing this for a minute. Jamie and Amy brought in a smart set of adult revelers. They showed me that the real can still be created. We refused any requests for Pop, Hip Hop, House and other predictable formulas and kept the sound fun and extremely dance-y. The people were screaming and climbing the walls . Amy dropped a couple ice buckets on her head and showed us why she is the hostess with the most-est. Jamie Hatchett and his door crew turned away hundreds while curating a great mix of people. The place made bank as well. By not offering the same ol’ same ol’ music and predictable napkin tossing and sparklers and such and steering into a party rather than a club night, they found a brilliant balance. I want to do it again.

All the Other Kids with the Pumped Up Rents

IMAGINE YOU’RE AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY IN THE LES and approximately six negronis deep. Beforehand, you may have also had maybe like three hits of the joint left back home as you were getting dressed and listening to Robbie Williams. Someone mentions Greenpoint, Brooklyn and you suddenly perk your ears out of sheer curiosity wondering what new restaurants manifest the area. Let’s face the music. Brooklyn is just as popular as Manhattan, if not more. (Is Baby’s All Right having another sold out show?)

I asked my Brooklynite acquaintance whom I had met only once previously at an art gallery show, “What restaurants are in Greenpoint?” I suppose it may have been a quick transition from discussing buying “purple drank” on Instagram but the question itched me. Bushwick’s Blanca is still on my list but I have to wait two months just to eat there. I haven’t made my reservation yet. (Does that make me pretentious?)

My friend pulled me aside and suggested that I had too many negronis. I sounded “pretentious”, he said. By all means, I didn’t intend to sound like a naive millennial who just shops at Opening Ceremony and bitches about Uber drivers being too late.

Carry on, Taylor…

So, I apologetically stated that I didn’t want to come off as pretentious and/or demeaning in any shameless notion suggesting that Manhattan is better than Brooklyn or that I’m mocking Brooklyn’s prevalent culinary world.

In response, my fellow Brooklynite replied, “There’s a new creperie that opened around the corner.”

“Well, we should go sometime,” I suggested, as if we were really close friends. That just made me feel even more unsettled.

Dinner was over. I walked away with a bitter taste in my mouth asking myself if I really did come off as pretentious. I know that people, especially my age, are on the fence about the move to Williamsburg, thinking it’s significantly cheaper than Manhattan’s downtown living. In some way, I suppose it’s possible to find a cheaper living arrangement but I chose to live in Manhattan because I’m closer to my friends. It’s not that I chose to live in Manhattan so I could live this fantasy world where I go out dancing every weekend at The Box or eat at Koi. Within this last year, I’ve sort of become this post-collegiate stoner cat person who writes, assists, and manages his own work at my desktop. I’ll go to Angelika Center and see the recent Woody Allen with a friend but I won’t buy a table at some club that has bottle service. Honestly, I really do enjoy the simple things and the convenience of where I live.

Do we Manhattanites or Brooklynites really pride ourselves on our living situations? It may sound silly but really…What does it mean to live in the time of living arrangement stereotypes? It’s not like everyone in Williamsburg listens to MGMT and everyone in Manhattan is bourgeoise and takes Uber. How does that affect the social landscapes and interactions in which we place ourselves?

I asked myself these questions and I couldn’t really pinpoint the frustration that seemed to be erupting within me. Much like the LA vs. New York debate that most of my NYU peers discussed when I had attended the university last year, this debate seemed to be surrounding me in real world settings such as the hair salon, bodegas, and coffee shops. It’s probably stemming from the constant exposure of such an argument that I’ve become that person who rolls his eyes. And here I am asking myself, “Does that make me pretentious?” Eventually, living costs will skyrocket (as they already have) and the debate will end. Right? Brooklyn and Manhattan will both be just as expensive. Where will that leave the millennials that pride themselves on living in New York, NY? Or Manhattan? Or Brooklyn? Whatever we settle for…

If Brooklyn does indeed become the equivalent of Manhattan in real estate price then I just hope that for all of us rent-stabilization is still a thing because we have financial challenges up ahead.

Jamie Hatchett Talks Harbor, Montauk

As the summer winds down, I’ll head off to Montauk to DJ this Sunday at the Harbor Raw Bar and Lounge (440 West Lake Drive), with Uncle Mike, Adam Lipson, Jamo Willo and some special guests. The shindig is billed as a Labor Day Pop Up for the Ultimate Sindustry Sunday. Hosts are No. 8 big wigs Amy Sacco and Bobbi Rossi and the debonair Jamie Hatchett. Wild horses couldn’t drag me out east usually, but I never say no this crew. They are simply wonderful. It’s nice to see Jamie elevate his game. He was a delicious doorman, a delightful bottle host and now he is a partner, with owner Robert Hirsch, and a player. Pierre Rougey is the chef and Moses LaBoy the mixologist. I caught up with Jamie Hatchett and asked him all about it.

What has Harbor added to the Montauk experience this season?

Jamie Hatchett: Great Location, away from the town, a one stop shop where you can have a great meal and then stay and dance to the wee hours of the morning, a great level of service, still friendly with the locals, and a place where people can go to after Surf Lodge—which is a three-minute drive. They can continue to have fun, and most importantly, Sundays / Sindustry night where the people that take care of everyone all week long get taken care of! From security to managers , servers and cabana boys. Harbor became the home where all industry could come and relax and drink and forget about work for that night .

What worked for you this season?

JH: The team. My first time spending a lot of time in MTK and getting to know everyone. I met some great new friends .

What happens with you come the fall?

JH: I have opened up my own Consulting Company, so I look forward to working with some new accounts. As for the nightclub, I can’t release it yet, but I will still be in the scene and of course running the front of the house.

How did you get here and what were the stops along the way?

JH: I got here from hard work. After modeling for so many years I needed to challenge myself on a business level. I went to the university of life, self taught, and I’ve made many mistakes, got caught up in the party scene, but somehow I learn more every year and get stronger and better every year .This is still just the beginning for me on the Hospitality Ownership level. There is much more to come .

Is Montauk now actually the last stop on the Hamptons or is it still a town to itself?

JH: The jury is still out on that one …

Having worked with everyone, what have you learned from them all ? Give me a brief service 101—how do you do it?

JH: This is a tough one…they are all so unique, special and they all bring something different to the table. I could write a laundry list on this but I won’t. I just stayed true to myself, and I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve and I have always been me. You learn to manage their egos and go along with them. You are what your team is, but you must always stay true to who you are. It sounds cliche but it’s worked for me, and I have worked along side them all and I can still call them friends—being bitter and negative only holds you back 

After modeling, then the door at great clubs and then bottle service, where do you see yourself in five years?

JH: I want to focus on the Consulting Company, maybe venture into hotels and then open up a staffing company for Hospitality and especially Nightlife. I have worked with the best and my relationships with them have not changed. I connect people everyday, and eventually with the right team I would love to merge all the work / experience and contacts and create something great. I still toy with the Idea of going back into acting, maybe because that was my dream. Then of course one day I will write a Book about all these crazy bitches, including myself…stay turned #thehatchettlife .