The 14-acre beachfront spread on Meadow Lane in Southampton, N.Y., was assembled from four parcels of land and includes several homes.
NYS Entity Status
NYS Filing Date
JULY 28, 2014
NYS DOS ID#
NYS Entity Type
DOMESTIC LIMITED LIABILITY COMPANY
2014 - BLUE VIOLET PROPERTIES, LLC
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- SFMOMA paints the town red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet
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Greb was wearing an insect costume with a full mask punctuated by a zipper for a mouth; Duffy was in a traditional-looking men’s suit. Cell phones were handed to friends to capture the lineup, as laughing and delighted strangers, turned — with arms around each other’s shoulders and waists — into an impromptu rainbow. The party, conceived, designed and delivered by Stanlee Gatti, began at 6:31 p.m. with the arrival of guests, who after preliminary grazing and guzzling (thank you, McCall’s waitstaff) made their way from that lobby through the doorway’s hanging rain forest of yellow plastic strips to viewing places on the landing outside and on the steps down to Howard Street. Brisk winds sent the dry ice vapors up the stairs, and people began coughing and covering their mouths and noses with scarves. Upstairs, in a clear tent in the fifth floor sculpture garden, each Birthday Supper table was decorated with a neon version of the word “one” in some language or another (sure, eins is one in German; but when I attempted to look up bat the next day, Google plunged me into a sea of baseball stats). Brad Barton was doing card tricks; in a tattoo parlor, people lined up for real permanent ink, a deer head or avocado (skin of a certain age would turn it to guacamole in months, I concluded); Barry McGee said it took him and Clare Rojas only two days to cover the walls with graffiti; Helado Negro and the Tinsel Mammals, human yetis covered with glittering strips of foil, wowed camera-wielding spectators. In the center of the darkened room is a huge machine-like structure with parts moving back and forth, video images playing on wall-size screens, a tick-tock sound augmented by lower brass and words whispered (“a suitcase of teeth and glasses”) presumably by Kentridge. When I emerged from that respite — being surrounded by art as opposed to being surrounded by art lovers — my longtime companion (all in white) was chatting up two women in short skirts, one of whom sported a bandage over her fresh tattoo, as a hot-chocolate-and-churros lady offered those treats from her cart. [...] we went downstairs, where PR peer Allison Speer, Prada blinged-out, said she’d only been able to buy her showstopper necklace after promising the company Instagram selfies of herself wearing it (at Costco, you don’t have to promise anyone anything).