Diplomatic Relations Restored: Das Stue, Berlin

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…
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Restaurant Reinstoff, Berlin

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…
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Thank You for the Mu-So: Why Apple Stores are Stocking a Clever Little British Audio System

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…
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Lusso Road Tests the Vanquish Volante

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…
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Go With the Flo: The grandest of Florence’s country piles

A report published earlier this year spells it out – the luxury experiences market is now worth an eye watering $980bn (luxury experiences being defined as cars, art, home, tech, dining, hotels, travel, spas, yachting, etc). Compare that to the personal luxury goods market, worth only $390bn. There are many demographic reasons for this, but we…
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Drake Hotel, Toronto

It’s 1976. I’m five years old and perched on the stairs of our London semi-detached. The phone on the wall rings. My mother pensively answers. It’s bad news from my father, calling long distance from Toronto. He’d gone out there searching for a better life for us, as Britain economically staggered punch drunk from beyond the…
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Effing Good: Lusso reviews the Jaguar F-Type V6S

‘I don’t bloody care what the interior of the Mandarin Oriental in Barcelona is like or about the quality of the food served at the journalists’ dinner at Finca Prats Hotel in Lleida or whether Ian Callum is a visionary and also you can cut out your usual preamble of nonsequitur bollocks that leads to…
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