An article last Sunday about Jeri Kehn Thompson, the wife of the potential presidential candidate Fred D. Thompson, misspelled the surname of a Republican financier. He is Wes Thornburgh, not Thornburg. (Go to Article)

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On Monday around 9 p.m., three young Brooklynites stopped into Counter, a vegetarian restaurant in the East Village. Laughing and chatting, they sampled organic raspberries, poached pears, fresh pineapple and strawberries.

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CALORIE CUTTER Joie de VeeV has fresh lime, strawberrry and mint along with Splenda and VeeV, an açaí liqueur.

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VITAMIN A Vitamin Dj has juice from carrots, Granny Smith apples, ginger and limes as well as elderflower liqueur and vodka.

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I received the invitation by e-mail several times. It looked like fun. The party was near where I live. So I threw on a casual shirt and white jeans last Wednesday, and feeling especially light and easy, breezed into the GBE at Passerby Gallery in Chelsea.

It was a cute crowd. Of course it was. This was the opening of an exhibition of snapshots from Patrick McMullan, the party photographer. The show is called “Who Am I?” because that’s how he tags faces he doesn’t recognize on his namesake Web site — not exactly a slight, but it’s no compliment, either. We all know that any publicity is good as long as they spell your name right. But what if they don’t even know it?

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Rebecca Milzoff:

IN the liner notes of its new record, “Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,” the rock band Spoon calls itself “faux punx/gentlemen dudes.”

A look at the foursome from Austin, Tex., standing on a Williamsburg corner on a recent Sunday night, ready at precisely 7:30 to catch a van to Coney Island, proved that at least half the description was right.

“We’re punctual,” said the frontman, Britt Daniel, 33, an indie gentleman of sorts in sunglasses, a fitted button-down shirt and tight black Wranglers. “I’ve been looking forward all day to going to Coney Island with my bros.”

After a day of rehearsing, it was a welcome moment of relaxation, and one of the first for Spoon in a long while.

“I don’t quite remember 2006,” said Mr. Daniel, who could be forgiven for the memory lapse. Since the 2005 release of Spoon’s fifth album, “Gimme Fiction,” the band has garnered praise for its taut, catchy piano and guitar rock. Its music has turned up in Jaguar commercials, the television show “Veronica Mars,” and the recent film “Stranger Than Fiction,” for which Mr. Daniel composed the score.

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CAMBRIDGE, Mass.

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Shandi Sullivan, right, and Blake Coleman preening and playing rock star at Pianos in Manhattan. More Photos »

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KEVIN Doyle and Ivan Wine strode to the front of River Gods and picked up the guitars with the confidence of two guys who had played this bar and those instruments many times before.

With their wives watching from a nearby table, Mr. Doyle, 30, a software consultant clad in a Dewar’s Scotch T-shirt, and Mr. Wine, 32, a graphic designer with an unruly goatee and thick black glasses, strapped on the guitars and chose a song from the list on a projection screen.

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Sag Harbor, N.Y.

ON a recent Saturday night, Aerin Lauder, Bruce Weber and Richard Meier were among the high-profile East Enders celebrating the re-release of Kelly Klein’s coffee-table book, “Pools,” at Sen Lounge, a sultry new addition to Hamptons night life.

Next door to Sen Restaurant (the high-end sushi place popular for more than a decade), the lounge may seem an unlikely playground for the Hamptonites who tend to entertain in their beachfront estates. Its Saigon-meets-Sag Harbor décor looks slightly S & M: metal chains on the walls, rope and pulleys on the bar, floor-to-ceiling steel bars.

Last year, Chris Coy, an architect, and Donna Zakowska, an interior and set designer, erased all traces of Magnolia, a comfort food restaurant, to create Sen Lounge, a sleek dungeon of a bar in a storefront on Main Street, where excitement after dark usually consists of buying ice cream for the children.

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Two captions with the Evening Hours column last Sunday about the Tall Ships Ball on June 30 in Newport, R.I., misidentified four people shown at the event. Picture No. 5 showed Adm. James G. Stavridis and his wife, Laura Stavridis, not Rear Adm. Jacob L. Shuford and Cathy Shuford.

Picture No. 9 showed Erin Reilly and John Domolky, not Jillian Maver and John Maver.

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IN the mid ’50s Balenciaga and Givenchy launched the chemise, a sharp contrast to Dior’s cinched waist and immediately nicknamed the sack by satirists. Now the sack is back, along with other roomy body-hiding shapes from the 1950s through the ’60s. The baby dress, balloon, the trapeze and the tent all have one thing in common: a looseness that allows for the circulation of air between cloth and body, nonconstricting comfort for hot, humid summer days.

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AMONG the many hats Damon Dash has worn — hip-hop mogul, clothing designer, film producer — one of the least chronicled was the hat that he, in effect, put on only to take it off. That was as the owner of the barbershop he bought on 112th Street in Harlem when he was 22.

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JUST A TRIM Damon Dash’s antique barber chair, legend has it, was once on John D. Rockefeller Sr.’s yacht. Mr. Dash uses it for his thrice-weekly haircuts.

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PUBLIC MASK The Meissen plate Oskar Eustis received in East Berlin shows Brecht with a rare smile.

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An article last Sunday about a younger generation of librarians misstated the name of a library organization that held a conference in Washington last month. It is the American Library Association, not the American Librarian Association. (Go to Article)

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