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Style, Travelogue / 08.12.2016

From my City Weekly Column, Shop Girl. Hippie-chic shopping in Mexico I'm on vacation on the Right Coast, and my first stop is the Hamptons. This Long Island enclave is synonymous with New York City pretention a la Gwyneth Paltrow. From the first time I visited last year, I was hooked. Although I'm more of a Montauk kind of girl—I like the ruggedness of its beaches and the isolation of the community—I'll take East Hampton for a day of shopping. In the Hamptons, you can see Beyoncé riding her bike...