Maryam Eisler

It is when Eisler’s pictures espouse a Jagger-like languidity blended with an arch critique of wealth’s self-fashioning that they hit the mark.

Though photographed in the present, the [work] is “a love letter to the late ’60s/early ’70s, an era of carefree elegance, heightened sensuality, and a romanticized idea of beauty."

From Dia Bridgehampton to Duck Creek, this is your sign to schedule a day of show-hopping on the East End this summer.

In this setting, summer itself becomes less a season than a condition—one defined by light, projection and the fragile boundary between lived experience and its image.