Luxe Life: Couture Hamptons Kitchens

Countertops flow to the floor for a pop of drama.  (Courtesy Photo:  Cancos)

The centerpiece of any home is the kitchen, and in the Hamptons, where mansions line the lanes to the beach in every direction and enjoying food and drink is as much a part of the lifestyle as the sun and surf, one would only expect that every kitchen, indoors or outdoors, would be the stuff of dreams. From layout and design to the finest of materials and professional equipment, one need only add the personal chef to complete the picture.

“The kitchen becomes the nucleus of the home,” says Gary Ciuffo, owner of Ciuffo Cabinetry. “It’s the place where the whole family and close friends will gravitate to, they will stay to make new memories, continue or make new traditions, and simply love and enjoy to be there.”

Stainless elements are still on trend. (Courtesy Photo:  Blackman)

“The ultimate kitchen is different for every person or family,” says Ciuffo. “A great kitchen must be practical and functional while looking great at the same time. It needs to have the right selections of colors, finish, textures and materials. From paint colors to organic-natural and stained woods, metals and glass, the list goes on. This kitchen needs to be current yet timeless. Creating a great kitchen is never simply settling for what is easy, quick or easily available.”

Bernadette White of Cancos says that when it comes to kitchens, “Everyone wants elegant comfort and beauty in white. White 3–5cm Calactta slab kitchen countertops are still number one.” For something sexier, White says designers and architects are looking for counters with “waterfall edges where the countertop falls to the floor from the counter height.”

The ultimate outdoor kitchen is fully loaded with “built-in refrigerators, built-in wine coolers, custom cabinetry, center islands, seating areas, and outdoor sinks,” says David Lyon, VP of Retail at Blackman Plumbing which launched Blackman Outdoor just over 3 years ago to focus on outdoor lifestyles. “We introduced a Dekton, a [non-porous] solid surface slab product that’s used just like a stone counter and it is UV protected. We can bookmatch patterns and also use the product for exterior cladding to create some spectacular visuals.”


Ask any tile expert and they will agree with White when it comes to flooring trends. “Wood-look porcelain floors are becoming very popular. It makes sense for Southampton—there are a lot beach front homes with a lot sand. That can really eat up a natural wood floor, and porcelain really takes a beating. All summer long the floors will look great, no scratches, really low maintenance.”

“Today we have many choices of endless possibilities,” explains Ciuffo, considering trends. “We have natural stones, man-made stones, glass, plastics, metals, and natural woods. It is not always the simple answer of which surface is better than the other, it’s what is better for the lifestyle or request of the owner in addition to what is best for that particular kitchen design.”

A big trend in the market has been to move the kitchen outside. Going above and beyond the ever popular charcoal grill of old these new outdoor entertaining areas include a full kitchen and bar. “When we look at the kitchen industry we are finding that the outdoor kitchen is almost important to our customers than the indoor kitchen,” says Lyon. “The outdoor kitchen has become completely designed and is a full kitchen.”

White is a trend right now when it comes to colors. (Courtesy Photo:  Blackman)
A big trend in the outdoor kitchen explains Lyon, “Beyond grills we find out outdoor wood-fired pizza oven to be the most popular request. People use it for more than just pizza. They are cooking chickens, steaks, fish, veggies, everything. Smokers are another popular element people are loving right now.” Maintenance is always a concern yet Lyon says that in the Blackman Outdoor Courtyard all they do is empty the water lines in the winter and then hose off the kitchen in the spring to get it.


Beyond a stove, sink and fridge, a professional kitchen has more than a few unexpected elements. Ciuffo tells us that the idea of a chef’s kitchen comes from a homeowner who is passionate about cooking. “They want a commercial appliance, or as close as they can get to a commercial appliance, which involves a lot of stainless steel. This kitchen will have a serious gas range and an electric wall oven. Today’s modern chef’s kitchen may have a steam oven. This kitchen will also have well-planned prep spaces with accessible sinks, typically a smaller prep sink along with a larger multi-use sink, double dishwashers and adequate refrigeration.”

“Double everything,” agrees White. From “5 centimeter marble counters, two to four sinks, double islands, and of course whatever is inside needs to be outside…built-in everything, including the coffee makers”
Work flow and good design, Ciuffo says, are key factors. “This kitchen will have everything in the correct place, from where the appliances are installed to how the inside of the drawers and cabinets are outfitted. There will be well planned divided drawers for cooking utensils, serving utensils, specialty knives, dividers for cooking trays, serving trays, and rollouts for bowls, pots, and pans right down to where the spices and oils are stored. A chef’s kitchen will be designed to cater to the needs and level that the owner desires.”


Materials matter when designing the ultimate kitchens in the Hamptons. “The days of a picking up the house phone and ordering a simple stove, fridge or dishwasher is long gone,” says Ciuffo. A truly remarkable kitchen is a complex marriage of appliances and forward-thinking design. “It can be simple and stated. It can be glamorous and presentable, yet completely functional and able to handle serious cooking. This type of kitchen will most likely have natural stone, sometimes wood, and/or stainless steel tops. This kitchen is a lot more specific—the level to which it will get designed and built will come from very specific meetings with the owner, the chef.”

“Everything you can imagine indoors is now outdoors,” says Lyon. Outdoor kitchens have a unique set of considerations, first and foremost they must be built to weather the elements which can mean blazing sun, salt air, and blizzards depending on the time of year. Lyon states, “Our cabinetry is meant to weather the elements. We design sleek stainless steel cabinets and brought in the Brown Jordan Outdoor Kitchen line which is very classical with recessed panel designs and enamel finishes over stainless that look like wood. The paints and finishes are all UV protected so there’s no fading.”

Motion sensors and switches control LED cabinet lighting, bars for breakfast and entertaining, remote drop-down TVs, electronic touch drawers, and remote touch electronic open doors are a few of the details that Ciuffo has put in Hamptons kitchens recently. For hardware, he says, “We call it the ‘jewelry.’ This can be simple and discrete or it can be glamorous.”

Lyon sums it up, and our experts concur, that no matter how you slice it, the ultimate Hamptons kitchens are “just getting bigger and better.”

Mixed materials enhance the design. (Courtesy Photo:  Blackman)

Storify At The SPJ Region 1 Conference

A big thanks to my new friend, and social media mentor, Jeff Namnum for shooting this quick video about the cool tool 'Storify' that I learned about during this weekends SPJ Region 1 Conference at Stony Brook University hosted by the Press Club of Long Island where I serve as a Board Member.

Silence Is Golden For "The Artist"

What started out as writer/director Michel Hazanavicius' silent little French film "The Artist," a film that enjoyed much applause at its North American opening at the Hampton International Film Festival this past October, has become the smash hit of the year and now the winner of five Academy Awards including Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Director, Best Score by Ludovic Bource, and Best Costumes. Backed by powerhouse Harvey Weinstein, who remarked this morning on "Today" that he likes strange films, "Last year with a king who stutters and this year a silent movie," the film will go into wide release at over 2000 screens this weekend hoping to cash in on Oscar gold once more this time at the box office.

The cast was glowing even after a night of parties especially leading man Jean Dujardin, who took home the golden statue for Best Actor and exclaimed his gratitude (and dropped a few select words that the censors did not approve of) in French, and actress Berenice Bejo who's smile was still lighting up the room even after her loss of Best Actress to veteran actress Meryl Streep who portrayed Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher in "Iron Lady" with tight-lipped British perfection. With his wide grin and ever-articulated eyebrows Dujardin, the first French actor to win an Academy Award for Best Actor, beamed over the role of 1920's silent film star George Valentin that had its challenges since every movement mattered to convey emotion, tell the story, and move the film to the end. Perhaps he'll take a few English lessons and we'll see more of him on the screen here in the United States but until then he'll be starring in "Les Infidèles" which he co-wrote and is co-directing in France in February and then in Claude Berri's "One Wild Moment" out later this year.

Actors Penelope Ann Miller and James Cromwell explained at the Hamptons screening enjoyed by Bobby Flay and Christie Brinkley in October that a silent film is more difficult that a regular movie since as Miller noted "you don't have the dialogue to support the story." Cromwell went on to say that this film was an "homage to film and filmmaking" and an era he knows much about from his parents who were both in the film industry, his father noted director/actor John Cromwell and his mother actress Kay Johnson. Miller joked that language was the theme not only of the film but in the film making process since director Hazanavicius has a heavy accent and a last name that took her nearly the entire shoot to learn how to pronounce.

The cast of "The Artist" also includes John Goodman as the a-typical studio mogul, Missi Pyle as a hopeful starlet, and Malcolm McDowell as a butler. The story revolves around George Valentin (Dujardin) and the birth of 'talkies,' a medium he greatly fears. After years in the spotlight he sees his light dim as a new breed of actors and actresses, including Bejo's Peppy Miller, take over. He's shut out, broke, and beaten and only has his dog (Uggie) for comfort. Then in a turn of events, well, can't tell you that since it's a bit of a spoiler, but suffice it to say it's a movie ending fit for this year's newest and most unexpected blockbuster.

Top Photo: "The Artist" starring Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo takes top honors at the Acacdemy Awards winning Best Picture. (Photo: The Weinstein Company)

Right: The men of the night, Best Director Michel Hazanavicius and Best Actor Jean Dujardin of "The Artist" hold their golden statues high at the Elton John AIDS Foundation 20th Annual Academy Awards Viewing Party. (Photo:

Bottom: Leading lady Bereneice Bejo was gorgeous on the red carpet in light mint green beaded Elie Saab at the 84th Annual Academy Awards in Hollywood. (Photo:

OP/ED: Remembering 9/11 Ten Years Later

Ten years ago our country was shaken by acts of terror. On this, the 10th anniversary of that fateful day citizens across this great nation gathered to reflect on the state of the country, remember the lives lost and the unspeakable tragedy, and to memorialize the heroes.

As I stood silently grasping my young daughter's hand in a park as American flags unfurled across a clear blue sky during a dedication ceremony in Southold this morning the comparisons began, it was a day just like today 10 years ago. The sky was a clear, bright blue and the temperature was in the 80s with a light breeze, by all accounts it was the most perfect day ever until it wasn't, until it became a living nightmare.

Like most people on the East Coast I was driving into my office mentally running through the list of things I had to do that day, calls to make, meetings to schedule, dry cleaning to pick up, a date with my husband later perhaps. I was simply enjoying a cup of coffee when the news announcer's voice broke through the latest pop songs and thought the morning DJ's were playing some sort of horrible joke, the reality of what they were saying was unreal. I thought that it was a page out of Orson Wells "War Of The Worlds" as I turned up the volume eager to hear the next words or perhaps the laugh track. There would be no laugh track and in fact many weeks before anyone laughed again. This was not a joke, but at that moment, in those first few horrible minutes it was an accident, some horrendous air tragedy. As the minutes ticked by and I drove further a second plane crashed. Coincidence? No. New York was under attack, reasons unknown.

The first two planes, I thought, had to be one consolidated act of hate. As one of the few New Yorkers at the time without a cell phone I would have to wait nearly a half hour to speak to my husband when I reached my office. In the time and miles that separated me from my home the news stations called in terrorist experts, news analysts, emergency responders, a collection of talking heads who would give their opinions and speculate on the events as news helicopters scrambled to get into the air and roll the horror across the airwaves.

Then the third plane crashed as I turned onto the most picturesque street in Southampton, Hill Street. As the canopy of bright green leaves and dappled sunlight enveloped me, usually one of my most favorite parts of my drive to work, the voice on the radio who was giving a report from the Pentagon screamed that the building had been hit. The visceral fear in his voice nearly caused me to veer off the road. As I gripped the wheel with white knuckles and continued on one mile further I was breathless. This wasn't over. This was only the beginning. What unspeakable horror would come next?

Greeting my colleagues that morning was a scene I will never forget. We huddled together around a television screen in the office next to ours silently watching the towers burn, shock in our eyes. The urgency to act was palpable, but what action was right when everything was suddenly so wrong? I called my husband, a police officer and volunteer fireman and asked him what to do, what should we do? Then the south tower, the second to be hit, imploded and crumbled to the ground in an angry growl of metal and torrent of glass. Before he could answer I swayed and watched thousands fleeing the streets of Manhattan. The phone lines jammed after that and calls in and out of New York were impossible for hours. Minutes later a fourth plane crashed.

Afraid to move I sat at a desk, stunned. Frantic that my husband would be called to respond to New York I listened to the news and watched as the north tower crashed to the ground, a cloud of ash and paper devouring lower Manhattan and filling the once clear blue sky with the pall of death and destruction. The office was closed for the day after that, we hugged and went our separate ways desperate to return to our homes and the safety and shelter of our families. To wait.

Over the days that followed my husband would indeed head to Ground Zero to aid rescue and recovery efforts there. He remarked that the smell was something he'd never forget. That the look in the eyes of the people he passed on the streets was something he'd never want to see again. They were lost, scared.

I have spent the past week trying to explain the complex layers of the day and the 10 years that followed to my children in ways that won't scar their innocence as the truth of that day has scared me. What have we accomplished these past 10 years? I remember, I don't forget, I still have hope that people are basically good. But how do I explain the psychopaths who believe in nothing but hate and fear and murder and ignorance to a seven year-old and an eight year-old and even to myself, a 37-year-old? Are they the evil one percent that balance all of the good in the rest of us? God, I hope so.

This morning in the sunshine I stood beside my children as prayers were read, bells tolled, and I watched firemen and policemen stand at attention before a 15-foot piece of steel from the 33rd floor of the North World Trade Tower stoically fighting back tears for friends who ran up the stairs of an inferno as thousands rushed out. I had held the hand of a woman earlier this morning as we walked up the street to the service, she had been a block away from the Twin Towers and lost the love of her life that day, she was a woman whom I did not know. Near the end of the ceremony as she gently, hesitantly touched the steel, atop which stands a 35-foot Osprey sculpture by artist Julio Bessin, and then placed a flag in the ground at the base of the structure she wept. My older daughter with the wisdom of her eight little years locked eyes with her and softly smiled, the gentle smile of a child filled with caring and compassion. The woman smiled back. Perhaps there's hope for us after all.

OP/ED: Hurricane Irene In My Neck Of The Woods

For days the tension was palpable, there was a storm brewing, literally, and its projected path was through the small town where I live in peace and quiet with my little family. As neighbors rushed to prepare for Hurricane Irene in the late summer days of 2011 by boarding up windows, testing generators, stocking up on batteries, and divesting the grocery shelves of bread and water, I was in a surreal haze. What was I supposed to be doing?

Yet, really what could I do to prevent a hurricane from destroying my humble little abode? It was unthinkable here in New York. This sort of thing happens down South where it's sunny and warm all year long. What would it matter if I had a fridge and pantry stocked with provisions if the power went out? It would all go bad and I would have wasted a few hundred dollars. Armed with little more than my cell phone, a flashlight, my daughter's Barbie radio, a first aid kit, and enough food for two days or so we hunkered down in the darkness and went to sleep as the rains came.

Throughout the night the wind howled and rain came down in sideways sheets. A foolish few on the roads struggled to reach safety. Trees bent to the ground and those not pliable enough snapped under the intense pressure. When dawn broke, Hurricane Irene was fully realized and tearing her way across Long Island downing trees and ripping her way through power lines leaving over a half a million people without electricity.

The ocean met the bay Sunday morning and TV weathermen earned their keep broadcasting live while screaming into microphones as intrepid cameramen fought against the power of Mother Nature to stay focused. Nary was a shot missed. For those of us in the storm's path these scenes were reviewed in clips days later as we picked up the pieces of roofs torn from the rafters and cleared yards covered in debris.

I spent the day nervously watching the blistering attacks from the comfort of my living room equally splitting time calming the fears and then managing the challenging attitudes of my two young daughters. They had cabin fever and they were scared, a lethal combination as any parent can attest.

The calm after a storm is a fragile place. Much like the Munchkins from the Land of Oz, one by one residents of my little town emerged to assess the damage. Phones were down, electricity was out, and cell service was spotty at best. The intense quiet was replaced by the droning hum of generators that would continue unabated for days.

Much like tourists in an unfamiliar place, my little family bundled into the car and drove through the streets pointing at downed trees, oohing at overturned boats, and ahhing at flooded roads. We clustered with neighbors and shared a meal as children played and adults worried over the outages and about those still in the middle of the storm further north. The back bands of wind and rain reminded me that we weren't completely out of the woods yet. Armed with flashlights we re-entered our home for the night.

The normal Monday morning alarm did not ring, cartoons did not invade the morning, coffee was not brewing. The sun however was shining, the soft breeze a welcome companion. The drone and hum of generators remained throughout the day joined by the growling buzz of chainsaws. Clean up efforts began; life would go on as normal with just one misstep in the grand scheme of things. Neighbors helped neighbors.

By Tuesday, as is the want of a typical New Yorker, the complaints began. Complaints about the lack of power, the lack of warm showers, the lack of the internet, and the lack of cable TV to keep the kids occupied and adults informed. Strong personalities emerged but cooler heads prevailed as the lights went back on one by one. Refrigerators and freezers were restocked. Yards were cleared. Coffee was once again brewing and alarm clocks were back on duty.

Hurricanes, tsunamis, massive earthquakes, tornadoes, and wild animal attacks are not part of my daily life here on the Eastern End of Long Island, New York. There are no droughts or famine, no landslides nor volcanoes. Despite the best of efforts we have crime in New York, road rage in traffic, senseless crimes and the fear of terrorism. We have political corruption and in the Hamptons we have outrageous parties all summer long.

Compared to other areas across the globe the brief visit by Hurricane Irene to my tiny piece of Long Island was the equivalent of a splinter. Tiny in size, little pain, and no real damage after a day or so. But for me, it was a few fearsome hours that I'll never forget.

Author's Night In East Hampton Writes A New Chapter With Michael Connelly, Susan Lucci, Alec Baldwin, And Nelson DeMille

The East Hampton Library brought together 170 authors including Nelson DeMille, Michael Connelly, Susan Lucci, Dick Cavett, Jeffrey Lyons, and Jack deLashmet and well over 1,000 guests for the premiere literary event in the Hamptons, Author's Night. Get the scoop from in this episode of "Main Street Series" on the latest releases from your favorite authors and check out an insider's look at the party.

The Scoop: Hamptons Heat Wave

With a massive heat wave behind us, it's time to make the rounds when you're not shopping, dining, or enjoying the beaches in the Hamptons. This edition of "The Scoop" on celebrates hoops, music, and polo. We also preview the annual Southampton Hospital Gala with all its glitz and glam. Nicole B. Brewer hosts.