Cheers and mazel tov! We’ve made it halfway through January. Yes, our bodies endured a pounding through the festive frivolities, but through that excruciating cumulative hangover we somehow survived. Our recycling bins have been collected, those bottles of bubbly out of sight and mind. New-year-new-me resolutions can now be abandoned. Anyone fancy a pint?
AFTER FINISHING Catch and Kill: Lies, Spies, and a Conspiracy to Protect Predators by Ronan Farrow last week, was a little stressed about choosing the next book to read as that one and most of the ones before were all so good. (This one is a beautiful read, by the way.)
In 2015, I contacted Ai Weiwei, then under house arrest in Beijing, to ask if I could exhibit his work on a remote island in the Salish Sea. To my amazement, he agreed.
Kate Moss exudes in my favourite Tim Walker editorial. In the palatial Ritz in Paris, where the gilded interior combines with high ceilings, impossibly ornate wall mouldings and exquisite chandeliers...
. . . gilded pumpkins and golden garlands, soirées and masquerades, or quiet cocktails by firelight — whatever you may have planned for this all hallow’s eve, hope it’s filled with a little magic . . .
. . . whether an iconic and luxurious custom design perfectly paired with an ornate gilt console in the entryway,...