“Deep inside mother earth, some two billion years ago, in South Africa, was born a colorless, 10.71-carat rough diamond,” muses sixth-generation diamond cutter Gabi S.
In February 1908, before an anxious audience in his Amsterdam workshop, Joseph Asscher raised his knife to cleave the world’s largest diamond, the 3,106-carat Cullinan.
In 1999, couturier and fragrance czar Paco Rabanne held his last couture show in Paris and ceremoniously announced his retirement.
In the Swiss town of Lugano, near the border of Italy, is Lugano’s Watch Center (+41.91. 922.64.83), a watch collector’s paradise.
Opposites attract this spring, as the latest fashions emphasize wearability and comfort with a dash of modern panache.
Cartier (800.CARTIER, www.cartier.com) recently unveiled its first entirely new watch concept since the introduction of the wildly successful
“You’re not from the city, are you?” a woman asks me over the rhythm of Hindu chanting in a candlelit room.
Enduring, traditional, practical. By its very definition, the word classic defies the fleeting fancies of fashion, a realm driven by ever-changing and often recycled trends.
In his 40 years as an angler, Rick Schair has battled marlin, bluefin tuna, and numerous other trophy fish, but none of those finned adversaries was as ferocious as the peacock bass.
“So Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were neighbors down in the parish,” begins Eric Kaspar in that lilting, singsongy way folks have of speaking down heah in Louisiana.