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Every year Winter roles around without any warning. One minute you’re sunning yourself on the deck of a boat in Corfu, the next you’re sat on your sofa like a slob watching whatever required the least swiping to access on Netflix. It’s depressing. To make things worse it’s also the time smug bastards start posting…
Lusso’s resident priapus, Donald Twain, takes the slow train to arguably the finest Alpine resort in Switzerland and the white wet stuff gets everywhere. Etc. Of course you’ve been skiing before. Loads, I imagine. So why bother reading about some odd-named nobody going to Switzerland and falling down a mountain? Well, because skiing done…
Richard Mille’s revamped flagship Geneva boutique has returned bigger and even chromier. To honour the store’s re-opening the Swiss watchmaker has created a limited edition run of 15 handsome timepieces, each one encased in its own winding box designed with Geneva’s cityscape outline. As we’ve come to expect from the high performance watch brand,…
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?
Ashleigh Ralfe discovers it’s not all mountain climbing, brisk walking and hiking in the lush Swiss summers. Summer in the Alps has always been a foreign concept to me. Grassy mountains are something I have stereotypically associated with Julie Andrews, Heidi and her little mountain goats. For, I like to ski. And like a typical…
Uncle Bernie would never buy anything German, Japanese or Swiss. The German thing was obvious (under duress, he would get in the Mercedes cabs lined up at Ben Gurion Airport, but not before crying, ‘to the Guilt-mobile, Robin!’). He tried to buy me a non-Japanese walkman for my birthday – the American-built shonky mini reel-to-reel…
Swiss efficiency is hard to beat. Within minutes of landing at Geneva airport, I’m speeding down the motorway at 140kmph, only to arrive three minutes later at the gates of La Réserve. It must be the shortest transfer ever, and I like it. But the good first impressions don’t stop there. La Réserve’s lobby is…
It was at this point, having dismounted the gondola at Roc d’Orsay and assumed something approaching a jog to give the cheering crowds a semblance of my racing intent, I mounted my skis and began slaloming down the upper reaches of the course, with a certain panache, I like to think. The snow here was…
Recently, aboard an Orient Express train, I met a lady from Zurich. When I told her I was planning a trip to her hometown she asked where I was going to stay. “The Dolder Grand,” I said and she gasped. “Ah, I’ve never been,” she said, “It’s very smart!” Incongruous as this was – we…
Once upon a time, long before the wristwatch was invented, the best clocks in the world came from England. The trouble was that they were rather big. This did not matter if their function was to act as a ships chronometer but it did get slightly awkward if, like all fashionable men, you tried to…