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Robert Clayman
It never actually matters how you travel, it soon becomes a drag. The thrill of upgrading always diminishes. The tragedy of material success is that you get to experience the finer things, but, like every other sensory experience worth its salt, one becomes inured. After flying business class for a while, you just long for…
For many years, except for only but a handful of home-grown stars, British thespians had few choices. The Burtons, Connerys, Caines, Nivens along with Vivien Leigh, Deborah Kerr and Julie Christie had the run of Hollywood. Most didn’t and had three choices: stay in rainy, tabloid Blighty and plough on in our indigenous kitchen sink…
There’s only one thing worse than being reviewed by LUSSO and that is not being reviewed by LUSSO. What’s the most famous hotel room in the world? Leaving out the Overlook Hotel’s Room 237 on account of it being fictional (one hopes), Room 16 at L’Hotel, Paris is certainly a strong contender. “Give me the…
Steve Lukather is pissed. To clarify, he’s American and therefore peeved, not inebriated. David Byrne’s in a mardy strop, too. David is also American, but he’s actually Scottish, so if he was pissed, he’d be, well…perfectly happy. So why are these ageing stalwarts of the old ‘recording’ industry both suffering an attack of the gripes?…
This being the End Days, there’s a lot of people reaching for the ameliorating wisdom of the ancients. Since the Mayans have, if you’ll pardon the idiom, pissed on their chips post the whole 2012 damp squib, Chinese fatalism has been gaining some traction. Earth. Metal. Wood. Fire. Air. Traditionally, these elements were all significant…
Nothing lasts forever. Luckily, one beautiful non-perennial favourite blooms once a year. As you are reading these words (if you hail from LUSSO’s own part of the Northern hemisphere), the days are drawing shorter, pleasingly-jaundiced leaves are gliding down to mulch pavements, morning skies are brushed by strata of smoke and peach strips and, as…
A perfectly restful refuge for the hairy man travelling at 300 kph. A lady acquaintance of mine recently complained that the cost of her feminine razors had shot up in recent months. She put this down to the brutes at Gillette and Wilkinson Sword having to offset losses caused by the current beard trend. Being…
When your car and your outfit match, you know you’re in for a fine old time. Lusso had a fabulous time of it at the Goodwood Revival, courtesy of Jaguar and their stable of classic sports cars and saloons. Based at the eponymous motor circuit in Sussex, the Revival is a celebration of motor sport…
Robert Clayman lounges in a stunning rental, outside of Paris, that redefines the meaning of the word ‘plush’. Jean Renoir’s ‘La Règle du jeu’ (The Rules of the Game) is one of the greatest films you’ve probably never seen. Even in last year’s Sight and Sound Greatest Movies of all Time poll, it was ranked…
A cool white bed sheet is strung across a washing line. Across its surface, the sun-projected shadow of a man, still, waiting. In front of it, laid out across the bottom of the cinema frame, a lithe, tanned, nubile young woman, sunbathing – naked. In 1956, this was how Brigitte Bardot was introduced to the…