Inside Ferrari's factory. Also, the great range cook-off: celebrity chefs test the tops. Plus, visionary eyewear, tailored titanium custom-made bikes and bold watches from Milan.
“Strength” is a word that comes up often in conversation with Manhattan interior designer Charles Allem.
The sky’s the limit for most homeowners building a media room.
In a few minutes a Czech-built L-39 Albatross, a jet fighter trainer with a bright red star on its tail and a cannon in its belly, will thunder down a Santa Fe airport runway and launch itself int
If the marine world is the least explored region of our planet, then underwater caves represent Earth’s final frontier—which begins to explain why I’m standing in the middle of a Mexican jungle ga
All unpleasant journeys are unpleasant in the same way; all pleasant ones are pleasant after their own fashion.
“I learned from looking back,” says Robert Kuo. He is speaking of his immediate ancestors, in particular his father, who began teaching him the delicate craft of cloisonné when he was 15.
This is one pipe dream very unlikely to go up in smoke, given the anticipated reluctance of potential owners to put a match to such a rare briar.
If it seems too much of a stretch to consider the workhorse vacuum cleaner as an art object, a walk through the recent exhibition A Century of Design, Part IV: 1975–2000 at New York’s Metropolitan
Carrera Y Carrera’s Mediterranean roots run deep.
Cornelius Vanderbilt II’s Manhattan townhouse was the epitome of grandeur and grace during the 1880s.
This is a good time to be an ambitious home cook. Twenty years ago, a gas cooktop with four individual burners was about as good as it got.
Burgundy: the very syllables swell and contract with the sounds of distant violence and the somber chanting of monks from matins to vespers.
“Oh, this looks like fun,” said the Connoisseur’s companion, looking up from her magazine. “Operation Fitness,” she recited, “a coed boot camp where drill sergeants whip the elite into shape.”
No credible evidence suggests that I suffer from suicidal tendencies.
I stood on the first tee and swished my club back and forth.
Behind the dusty windows of a tiny storefront, Allen Trepel and his son Keith hover over Paul Livornese like surgeons, eyeing him intently.
In the 1930s, a middle-aged Italian tailor named Vincenzo Attolini made an indelible mark on the international men’s fashion scene.
Tuscan Perfumer Lorenzo Villoresi receives patrons by appointment only.
If Aspen hasn’t appeared on your watch-buying radar, consider this: One of the most celebrated watchmakers in the world, François-Paul Journe, has chosen Hochfield Jewelers (970.925.5363) as the s
Two years ago, Italian dress shirt maker Luigi Borrelli touched off a sartorial feud with suit maker Kiton by hiring the latter’s best tailor, Errico Formicola, and enlisting him to develop the fi
Craig Caplan did not want to cut down royal palm and rare black palm trees to embellish his limited edition eyewear, so he brokered a deal with the Waorani tribe, which controls 2 million acres of
During my annual pilgrimage to the Grimoldi store in Milan’s Piazza Duomo last fall, I noticed that its proprietors, brothers Roberto and Cesare Grimoldi, were wearing something, well, different.
During the dark days of the Depression in 1932, Coco Chanel set out to prove that luxury was not dead.
Mark Solomon and Paul Silberberg can smile about the day they lost a $750 million account.
Just before the engine turns over, I like to close my eyes, blocking out any distractions so that I can fully absorb the sound and feel of the mechanical energy that follows.
“Is that a Langlitz?”
On Nov. 19, 1987, a month after the Black Monday stock market crash, a Christie’s auctioneer named Robert Brooks auctioned off a 1930 Bugatti Type 41 Royale for a world-record $10 million.
The X5 driving school at the BMW Performance Center in Spartanburg, S.C., offers a unique experience: an actual opportunity to drive an SUV off-road.
Earlier this year, the pilot of a Houston company’s Gulfstream IV was waiting for his employer to leave an event at Washington’s John F.
I take off my shoes and socks and feel the soft wool of the Persian rug under my bare feet.
When you’re skimming across the water at 90 mph in the best of conditions, the line that separates you from mayhem is ultrafine. Add some 5-foot waves, and the line all but vanishes.