Seated in a plump leather chair in the third-floor lounge of Casa Casuarina, his elaborately decorated Miami Beach mansion, Peter Loftin does not look the part of someone who excels at hosting exc
By the numbers, Gregorius/Pineo has outdone itself: The maker of furniture re-creations based on 15th-to-18th-century European and Asian antiques has introduced 40 designs and 25 finishes with its
Climb the stairs to the owner’s deck of an Airbus A380 converted by German private-jet completion specialist Lufthansa Technik, and you might encounter first a spacious bar and then a full-size ga
Creating limited edition automobiles can be a risque business, for too often the collectible nature of such a car is a complete contrivance. Made too many coupes?
For a few years in the early and mid-1970s, one Italian coachbuilder abandoned the voluptuous rounded forms for which Italian cars had become famous and enjoyed a brief affair with the wedge.
The wailing exhaust note of a Porsche V-10 engine is not a wake-up call option at most resorts.
When Chanel commissioned an elaborately constructed art installation to mark this summer’s Paris premiere of Éléments Célestes—the latest additions to its high-jewelry Collection Privée—it was an
They say it’s a man’s world, but lately one wonders.
“Give me the luxuries of lifeand I will willingly do without the necessities,” wrote Frank Lloyd Wright in his 1932 autobiography.
As the daughter of diamond dealer Sherman Shatz, Laura Munder had amassed a sizable collection of diamond jewelry over the years.
Judged solely on his youthful appearance and alliterative name, Valentino Valentini seems as though he should be waiting tables in a Los Angeles trattoria while awaiting his big break.
Gesturing toward the silver pitcher on the table in front of him, Angelo Gaja asks if it contains water.
Richard Richardson, a 52-year-old Lee Marvin look-alike, sits in the fighting chair, barefoot and bare-chested, eyes on the Sea of Cortés.
Not far outside the town of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence in the south of France, on a rise overlooking a field of sunflowers, stands the Mas de Baraquet.
Joyce Romanoff, wife of Chicago-based textile artist Maya Romanoff and president of his interior furnishings company, describes her 64-year-old husband as a visionary who will go to great lengths
Landmarks are uncommon in the ever-changing landscape of Beverly Hills, but on Crescent Drive, one can discover such a rarity: a pair of elegant Georgian-style brick buildings that share a spaciou
Born in the wake of the 1961 Palace Revolt at Maranello, the Breadvan is perhaps the most instantly recognizable Ferrari—for both its quirky name and radical silhouette.
Early in Jack Smith’s writing career, the Philadelphia Inquirer dubbed him “Our man on the macho beat” for his coverage of the French Foreign Legion, pro football, and lion taming, and for survivi
Sipping a cocktail while lounging in the Patio de Caballos at the elegant Hacienda La Boticaria Hotel near Seville, Spain, BMW board member Burkhard Goeschel gestures toward a new bronze BMW M6 pa
City streets, interstates, and showrooms abound with two-seaters masquerading as racecars built for the street.
The public had yet to catch a glimpse of Speed, Style, and Beauty, the exhibit that ran from March through early July at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts, before the controversy began.
Driving any Ferrari is a glorious experience, but make it a spider, drop the top, and motor to a speed that is almost too fast, and the exhilaration approaches ecstasy.
On a March evening in 1930, Woolf Barnato, heir to a South African diamond fortune and chairman of Bentley Motors, was attending a dinner party aboard a yacht moored near Cannes, France, when he p
Fashion imitates art at Dolcepunta’s New York showroom, where a gilded picture frame showcases a colorful silk necktie that has been turned inside out, butterflied, and pinned to reveal the numero
Pens may not require the intricate technical mechanics of fine Swiss watches, but manufacture Girard-Perregaux (877.846.3447, ww
For watch fetishists whose tastes run toward the bizarre, Harry Winston’s annual Opus projects never fail to arouse.
Now here is a pleasant view: Rising steeply just across the road from my balcony at the Hotel Jagdhof in Neustift, in the Austrian Tirol, is an Alpine meadow, a broad expanse of deep green dotted
"Tasta, tasta! Snufia, snufia!” Giorgio Romagnolo whispers insistently to his white hound in the Piedmontese dialect of northern Italy. (“Taste, taste!
Like all of us as we mature, old vineyards have acquired a well-weathered depth of character.
Tim Hodgdon reaches into the top drawer of his desk at Hodgdon Yachts, his boat building company in East Boothbay, Maine, a village where lobster traps line dooryards, family dogs nap untethered o