We asked Sarah Silverman to tap into that special, one-of-a-kind agony that comes from an aching heart, and choose 13 songs that might help one get through it.

For those of us already dreading the fast-approaching month of September, take advantage of the final weekends of summer on the East End with some fresh air and fresher fish. Bring sunscreen, ban any mention of Fashion Week, and savor the sunset as much as you do your lobster roll.

Wall Street interns. Every summer they swarm the city, claiming everything from Tribeca sublets to Upper East Side dive bars as their own. But no matter how hard hipsters roll their eyes, there’s absolutely nothing we can do till Duke summons them back for pre-season. But it's not all bad: no one has more fervent support for the monogramming industry, and in a few years it might be nice to visit their private islands, or at least their downtown lofts with outside space. So follow the smell of Axe to these spots to find a Bud Fox of your very own.

“It is tits and ass, a little bit,” admits Antoine Verglas, describing his enviable career photographing the world’s most beautiful women wearing little more than a pout. “And I enjoy it.” Ah, the naked truth. The multitasking French photographer has had his hand in everything from Calypso to iPad apps, and just so happens to be the first to shoot Claudia Schiffer sans Miracle Bra. Here, he discusses his background in Paris, his big break in New York, and the unique beauty of St. Barths.

At 26, Le Bain Wednesday night resident DJ Alexander Dexter-Jones has already been on the DJ circuit for 10 years, seen Foreigner 500 times (“not by force!”), and has achieved the impossible: getting the ultra-cool Standard Hotel's 18th floor crowd (whatever it’s currently called) dancing.

Now that summer’s finally on the fritz (sniffle) 'til next Memorial Day and Manhattanite weekend chatter is more catwalks than beachwalks, Julie Marcley, tireless first lady to Montauk’s longstanding standout Dave’s Grill, finally has time to take a breather, enjoy a Chocolate Bag, and answer our questions -- from the Hamptonization of Montauk to her ‘Dirty Dancing’-esque forbidden summer romance with a young chef that took her from Weekender to gatekeeper. And after 22 years behind her hostess station, Mrs. Chef Dave is speaking her mind.

West takes East (coast, that is) this week as the elegant Tudor-style walls of Montauk’s Sole East is overrun by breakout L.A. act ANIMAL. From August 12—18th, rock-star renegade chefs Jon Shook and Vinny Dotolo, formerly of Food Network’s “Two Dudes Catering” fame shove the Sole East backyard’s dainty arugula salad and seasonal fish dishes aside in favor of their trademark meat, meat, and well, more meat. Seven days out East, seven meaty delights.

Remember when hotels were the go-to choice for room service, day spas, and dirty pay-per-view? Thanks to Lori Traub’s MySpa2Go, that nostalgia will quickly fade (except for the dirty movie thing -- but as far as the front desk knows, that was a total fluke with the remote while you were trying to order Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs). MySpa2Go offers full spa services from mani-pedi’s to waxing and everything in between. Post-natal massage, anyone? It's tours for $130 in the comfort of your own home. Traub, a newbie to home delivery and a former fancy fashion exec, created the company last spring because, like so many New York career gals, she was overworked and underpolished. After desperately Googling at-home beauticians, she found them all to be crazy expensive, crazy far away, or just plain crazy.

The morning after the premiere of the chick-flick-to-end-all-chick-flicks Bride Wars, co-screenwriter/Saturday Night Live new It-Girl Casey Wilson and her best friend and writing partner June Raphael do their best not to talk over each other while dishing on Long Island wedding factories, bedazzled cell phones, and what makes seemingly normal girls go bonkers.

Chris Santos of the Stanton Social on his love of dives, Apothéke owner Heather Tierney, and why thinking too much detracts from dining.