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Robert Clayman
There’s a reason certain aphorisms become tired-out clichés, and usually it’s through mere overuse or that they just don’t make any sense at all. ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed’? Well, actually, the friend indeed is me, if I choose to help the needy loser in question. Tsk. And please don’t get me…
A world-famous name is given pride of place in the town that virtually invented après-ski. Can the man that launched a thousand black miso cods net another niche, this time high in the Alps?
If you worshipped speed, machines, war (‘the world’s only hygiene’) and destroying museums and libraries, you’d need a drink to unwind. The Futurists sure knew how to party
Once upon a time, I was an ad man. Like the Ice Age giant bears that roamed from the fjords to Sussex, my kind faces extinction. No one wants zingy headlines and witty, well-constructed copywriting these days. Even you, dear Lussonian, probably just enjoy the shiny pictures and scan the wordy bits from your tablet…
The very best of Berlin, courtesy of the Royal Danish embassy via the cream of Spanish design and culinary talent. Harmony in action. One of the most striking things about Berlin is how much old architecture is missing. Old and new. Barely any buildings, other than some of the new homogenous glass rectangles at…
After you’ve sampled all the warehouse parties and love parades and art collectives that make the Last Great Bohemian city in Europe, it’s time for dinner. I’m not going to wax lyrical about fried chicken and beer in Berlin. Henne is a century-old, world-renowned restaurant in Kreuzberg that serves a sublime brine and milk-soaked…
While Apple’s global success is a definitively American story where can-do business spirit tessellates perfectly with a counterculture-derived human intuition, it’s the sensual nous of their British-born design supremo, Jonathan Ives, that has ensured nearly two decades of continuing success. This is a familiar story. In booming unified Germany, where those born in the east…
Robert Clayman lets the train take the strain before Aston Martin’s latest polishes remove any sense of tension or stress in a brisk jaunt around Cornwall. The rain is coming in horizontally now. I peer out through the window of the 9.30 to Penzance that I’d nearly died running for (note to all cab…
An entire Tuscan commune given over to the indulgence of the senses, brought to you by those legends of fun, a massive German insurance conglomerate.
Four years after the death at 59 of Dr Christopher Penfold in 1874, an Australian journalist discovered that his widow Mary blended ‘the wines when they are two or three years old’, a process that ‘is done under Mrs Penfold’s personal supervision, not in conformity with any fixed and definite rule, but entirely according to…