Unmistakeably ’80s, inarguably Edgartown, and straight from an advertisement that ran in the pages of our inaugural issue in the summer of 1985.

“The dress code. Well, we all like the dress code. You can wear whatever you want, unlike people in South Hampton. Except for some places in Edgartown, we don’t have to wear green pants..."

Was it a spring cleaning ritual? Laundry day? An apron sewing bee?

The year was 1972 and the streets were covered in snow.

As an African American painter and a woman coming of age in the 1920s and 1930s, the odds of making it in the art world were nearly nonexistent. But Loïs Mailou Jones proved them wrong, starting with her very first show on Martha's Vineyard.

Karla Araujo

Rarer even than an irruption of snowy owls is the chance to skate all the way from Aquinnah to Edgartown. A remembrance of a time gone by.

Stan Hart

In a community where the line between work wear and formal wear is sometimes blurry, it’s no wonder that the Allen Farm vest has become such a classic.

Alexandra Bullen Coutts

The strange story of the Gay Head Light Keeper's House and the unimaginable tragedy that befell one lightkeeper's family.

William Waterway

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