Ever the star of her own show, Woodstock, NY’s, resident burlesque madame, Tryst La Noir, knows how to get your attention. She grew up in Queens and spent her teenage years on Long Island, the sounds of New Order, Depeche Mode, En Vogue and Kate Bush echoing through suburban hallways. “I remember being as young as three, dancing in front of my TV,” Tryst says. “MTV was always on, and I was probably wearing someone’s sunglasses. I used to draw on my Barbies and give them lingerie and chokers, eyeliner and lipstick.” A self-described token goth girl in high school,…
Winter in the mountains is perhaps the most glamorous time to stay indoors for dinner and a live show. On cold, holiday nights, there’s nothing better than world-class entertainment, up…
The wood and the curtains, the intricate Art Deco plaster, the smell of fresh popcorn and, perhaps, a long sip of a cool cocktail. It all melds together in a…
Christmas evokes several warm memories for me—early morning presents, late night hot cocoa and of course, extravagant decorations. It always reminds me of the light show my parents used to…
Whether you live in one of the region’s old farmhouses, a timber-frame cabin, a grand Greek Revival or a cozy cottage or chalet, homes in our corner of the world…
During visits to my sister and her family in Boston’s Jamaica Plain neighborhood, we’d sometimes slip away to the Arnold Arboretum, a ten-minute walk from their backyard. No matter the…
The best gift I’ve ever gotten came from a friend about two weeks after Hurricane Irene ripped through the Hudson Valley. We’d lost the bridge to our home and were…
Though hardly a scrooge by anyone’s realistic standards, I’ve never been an all-in for Christmas kind of guy. So, yeah, it always annoys me a bit when the official start…
Here’s the thing about Patricia Clarkson: She makes people happy. To wit, when our team at The Mountains was mulling over possible cover options for this issue, we were hoping…












