Joshua Goldman
Joshua Goldman
min read · July 11, 2025 · Entertainment

The Dark Side of Luxury: Unveiling the Hamptons' Hidden Woes

Welcome to the dark side of the Hamptons, where too much is never enough. Our most recent morality tale concerns a former mommy blogger named Candice Miller (pictured with her late husband)

The Dark Side of the Hamptons: Where Wealthy Privilege Reigns Supreme

Ah, the Hamptons – where the beautiful people come to play, and the less fortunate are left to pick up the tab. Welcome to the ultimate playground for the rich and famous, where the pursuit of luxury knows no bounds. This summer, we're shining a spotlight on the Hamptons' most coveted destination: a world where the haves and have-nots collide in a spectacle of excess.

Meet Candice Miller, the erstwhile mommy blogger turned certified life coach. Her tale is a cautionary one, a reminder that even in the rarefied air of East Hampton, privilege can be fleeting. With her husband Brandon, a high-flying real estate developer, Candice lived the dream – or so it seemed.

America's wealthiest, unhappiest people congregate here every summer, solely to compete for A-list party invites and  the chance to splash their vacuous, conspicuous consumption all over social media (pictured: Montauk)

The couple's lavish lifestyle was on full display for all to see: Chanel shopping sprees, $500 Dior sunglasses, and a 10th wedding anniversary bash that would put a royal wedding to shame. But beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect facade lurked a dark secret. In 2022, while Candice and her daughters were vacationing on the Amalfi Coast, Brandon took his own life in their 5,500-square-foot manse, leaving behind a staggering $34 million debt.

The tragedy sparked a flurry of questions about the Hamptons' corrosive influence: How does one's wealth become a Faustian bargain, trading happiness for material possessions? And what happens when the pressure to keep up with the Joneses becomes too great?

As we delve into the world of the ultra-rich, it's clear that the Hamptons have become a hotbed of entitlement and excess. The likes of Kate Hudson performing at the Surf Lodge (rooms starting at $800 per night) and Bravo's reality series "Summer House" further reinforce this notion – that in the Hamptons, money is the ultimate status symbol.

Drunk driving is a plague out here, but VIPs and celebs don't care, because they often get away with a slap on the wrist - just ask Justin Timberlake, who skated after a DWI arrest in Sag Harbor last year

But what about those who can't afford to keep up? For residents like Jeremy Piven, who recently hosted a stand-up comedy show at the Memory Motel (once home to Andy Warhol's infamous Factory), the Hamptons are a cruel joke. This is a place where locals are priced out of their own communities, forced to watch as outsiders with deeper pockets swoop in and claim the prime real estate.

The influx of reality TV stars, social media influencers, and wealthy dilettantes has transformed Montauk into a parody of its former self. Gone are the days when surfers, fishermen, and artists called this place home – now it's a playground for the Instagram-obsessed.

One need only glance at Candice Miller's Instagram feed to see the transformation. After Brandon's passing, she reinvented herself as a certified life coach, peddling her wares to a needy clientele. It's a shameless exercise in self-promotion, one that highlights the Hamptons' greatest export: the art of reinventing oneself.

Or the weddings (a.k.a. mergers) of power players that back up traffic in and out of the Hamptons for hours, as the recent nuptials of Alex Soros (pictured) and Huma Abedin did in June

As we navigate this surreal landscape, it becomes clear that the pursuit of happiness has given way to the pursuit of status. The likes of Sarah Jessica Parker and Jennifer Lopez regularly flaunt their waterfront views on social media, while Bethenny Frankel lectures her 4 million followers about the futility of seeking happiness in the Hamptons.

Meanwhile, events like Michael Rubin's White Party – where the guest list is rumored to have cost a cool $1 million – only serve as a reminder that in this rarefied world, money can buy you anything except true happiness.

So what does it take to be part of this exclusive club? A private plane? Check. A $4,450 Blade Summer Pass? No problem. And if all else fails, there's always the option to splurge on a $42 jar of homemade honey at the Sagaponack General Store – because, as we all know, true wealth is measured by one's ability to indulge in such absurdities.

It's a doom loop out here, one that even celebrities get caught up in. Sarah Jessica Parker, who never stops reminding us that she came from nothing, flaunts her waterfront view on social media every summer

As we wrap up this exposé, it's clear that the Hamptons' darker underbelly has been well and truly exposed. But will anyone take notice? Or will they continue to succumb to the siren song of luxury and privilege?

Only time (and a healthy dose of skepticism) will tell.

Jennifer Lopez somehow makes sure that paparazzi catch her riding her bicycle like a carefree teenage girl. But the truth is, paparazzi never lurk out here. They have to be called