I am not a fisherman, but I do subscribe to the theory that if you find yourself in Yankee Stadium, you certainly will be a baseball fan for at least that afternoon or evening.
New Zealand represents a fascinating collision of old and new.
The hieroglyphs decorating the lamp shades at Thomas Keller’s Per Se restaurant in New York should seem familiar: Those same symbols are the ones that adorn the tags inside your clothes and descri
Most artists start small and move on to bigger things, but few have followed that career path as literally as Albert Paley has.
The Mercedes has bottomed out.
It has been said that the larger the kitchen, the less frequently it is used. However, the owners of this contemporary home in Los Angeles do not subscribe to that theory.
The challenge presented to Steven Park was daunting: He had six weeks to transform a former studio apartment with a sleeping loft, which had been stripped to its brick walls and cement floors, int
Not everyone seeks instant gratification. Consider the owners of this Long Island residence.
Designer Paul Vincent Wiseman recognized the potential pitfalls of creating a room that would house the mementos from the hunting expeditions of the husband and wife who own this formal estate nea
When the owners of a Northern California winery purchased this 20,000-square-foot home in Southern California five years ago, it lacked what is for this particular couple an essential feature: a w
When you extend an invitation in Palm Beach, you can only guess who’s coming to dinner.
This 1920s-era Bel-Air mansion is the answer to a presidential trivia question, one involving John F. Kennedy and where and with whom he spent a night.
The craftspeople at Cote France know how to keep a secret.
This issue features the fifth edition of the Ultimate Home Tour, and Robb Report Home & Design Editor Adele Cygelman has been directing the processfrom the beginning.
It is late afternoon in Marrakech, and the Djemaa el Fna, the Place of the Dead, is jumping.
Building a house for a client, says Michael C.F. Chan, is like making a film in which he or she will play the starring role.
Entering this home, a 17,500-square-foot structure built partly over a man-made lake within a private four-acre site near Vancouver, British Columbia, is a religious experience of sorts.
The Bonneville stands as a symbol of the greatness that would have been lost if Triumph Motorcycles had succumbed forever to the debacle it suffered in the 1970s.
The year 1980 was an extraordinary, historic, and humbling annus horribilis for Bentley. The company did not sell a single car in North America.
It is best, you decide, to look at this car slowly and alone and in a mood set by the soft half-light of a Sicilian courtyard.
En route from Málaga to Marbella along the scenic expressway in southern Spain, I search in vain for a flight attendant call button.
Like a well-built running shoe, the Lotus Elise is snug, light, and—because it is a convertible—low-cut.
Sometimes the difference indeed is in the details. With clothing, features that might go unnoticed—the lining, the stitching, the buttons—can also be those that place it among the finest.
Even a piece as voluptuous as the diamond-covered butterfly brooch that Lina Fanourakis recently sculpted manages to exhibit the understated character that defines her work.
Shirtmaker Ignatious Joseph once phoned a client of his every Monday for three weeks, seeking feedback on an orange-and-light-blue Egyptian cotton shirt that he had made for him.
Netherlands-based vehicle builders Koga-Miyata (www.koga.com) and Spyker Cars (
The rugged terrain exudes a beauty born of extremes: Spain’s glistening, serpentine Duero River winds its way through a baked landscape of red brown soil rich in iron, gypsum, chalk, and other tra
Stored among the Mischief and Mayhem Burgundies in the wine racks at Moto, chef Homaro Cantu’s restaurant in Chicago’s stockyard district, is a shiny tank of liquid nitrogen.
After a seven-course, five-wine feast, Tony May leans back in his seat outside I Tre Merli on the Genoa waterfront, examines the ash of his Cuban cigar, and smiles.
Powdered tobacco, or snuff, became a favorite indulgence when it arrived in China in 1644, but because Chinese men of that era typically kept their fingernails long, they never adopted the snuffbo