You can’t beat France. And you can take it from me ’cause I’m Italian. There’s no other country in the world we desperately and fiercely adore, worship, hate, despise, admire, copycat in the same way we do France. The French are everything we dare not be, everything we try not to be, and everything we … More Chantilly Arts & Elegance 2016_
You read the title and it says Finnish Beauty, it says South of France and you know there’s a Porsche 911 Carrera S involved. So you may be surprised to know that I will start this by talking about Ringo Starr. The fourth member of the “bugs” wakes up every day in a house … More Drive → A Finnish Beauty in the South of France.
There is one fixed point in my year. Actually, no. There are many fixed points in my year; birthdays, celebrations, deadlines. What I mean is there’s a fixed point, a weekend every year, where I shut the windows and lock the door behind me and whatever the weather I go to Monte Carlo, Monaco. I’ve done … More 2016 Top Marques. #prologue. the Jag F Type vs 911 Carrera S Drag Race (Epic Fail)
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László was born in Tallinn to a Russian mother and a Hungarian father. He’s 5”7′ and he’s wearing a bartender uniform, it might as well be a doorkeeper uniform, I couldn’t tell the difference because I’m blind drunk. He’s shaped and muscular. Tough and cold,…
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Size Height Does Matter. Let’s begin with a flashback. September 2012. Far out to the horizon before me, amid this non-city (which I absolutely adore) and the rest of the world where there are clocks, an acceptable weather and windows, I see the desert of…
The first, admittedly questionable, truism is that it isn’t 100 % clear how Paris got its status of celebrity. It doesn’t deserve notoriety either. It’s like one of those weird-looking top models with an awkward nose, sallow face and grey eyes that get more work than their better looking peers. Paris has had one of … More Paris, Paree, Parigi
I’m in Munich, Monaco, München. Bavaria, Bayern, Baviera. And it is disperse, deserted and quiet. Which is odd because today is the day of the start of the Oktoberfest, which starts in September. The streets around the centre are cobbled, pebbled and full of dead and brown and crisp leaves. Traffic is fluid outbound, nearly absent … More Munich.
