From chandeliers made out of BMW headlights to reclaimed tile from France to framed Moby Dick art, here’s what we’re crushing on in Cape and islands showrooms.
“I was always in heaven on Martha’s Vineyard,” says a New Yorker, now in his early sixties, who started summering on Menemsha Beach with his parents and siblings when he was eight. “I remember bodysurfing in Squibnocket . . . the community center softball games . . . it was the most wonderful place to be a kid.” When he and his wife—a transplanted
The green, rolling hills of Martha’s Vineyard are often overlooked, but they’re every bit as picturesque as the beaches for which they play a supporting role. Under an electric-blue sky or swathed in mist, the undulating landscape tugs at the heart.