
Scott Campbell, in a shirt by Rogan, and Jayma Cardoso, in a dress by Electric Feathers, sit on a dune at the back of their house, which was designed by architect Beata Galdi
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The master suite: Cardoso found the hide bedcover and matching pillow in Buenos Aires. The couple snapped up the round mid-century seat at an East Hampton antiques fair. |
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| Architect Beata Galdi’s work shines in the sleek kitchen. Cardoso found the driftwood on the counter, and the driftwood tree stump with legs under the counter comes from a design store. |
If you are a power broker who has visited a hip lounge, chances are Jayma Cardoso, a beautiful Brazilian with an endearing manner and a delicious, lilting accent, has enhanced your evening. She owns The Surf Lodge in Montauk and Goldbar in Soho. The hospitality whiz is also managing partner at Lavo Italian Restaurant & Nightclub in midtown Manhattan. And while her warm demeanor suggests she is yours alone, she in fact shares her airy home in Amagansett with financier fiancé Scott Campbell.
Contrary to what you might think, they did not meet in a club. Campbell was Cardoso’s “annoying” partner at a tae kwon do class. When he walked into her club later, she forgot momentarily that she had even taken the class. They eventually met for drinks at the Mercer Hotel, and she asked him to pretend he was her boyfriend at an upcoming wedding. As it so happens, he was a great dancer and, presumably, kisser. They never stopped pretending.
When they both wanted to buy an apartment together in Manhattan, Cardoso suggested, “It could be a business thing.” Campbell countered: “And maybe we could do it because we’re thinking of spending the rest of our lives together.” Cardoso has yet to stop smiling.
East End Bliss
Not only did they buy in Manhattan, they now spend weekends at an East End getaway they discovered together, designed by local architect Beata Galdi. “I’ve been going to Montauk ever since I moved to New York from Brazil when I was 19 years old,” says Cardoso. “The nature there makes me think of home. I wanted a house with a lot of light. It had to feel airy... a blank white canvas.”
At the modernist escape, a wall of sliding windows opens to the dunes and a canopy of green, two blocks from the ocean. “At night we can hear the surf,” she says.
















