Life

Wednesday

Lucinda Bredin

Daubs and distractions

When Donald Trump said Keir Starmer was “no Winston Churchill,” it is unlikely he was thinking about painting. Not many think of the Great Wartime Leader as an artist. We all know about Churchill’s prodigious ability to write – he wrote at least half a million words, more than Charles Dickens and William Shakespeare put together; but he also painted over 500 canvases. He called them “daubs” – although one suspects there was a touch of mock humility about this because Churchill was proud of his works and is still the only person ever to be elected an Honorary Academician Extraordinary in the history of the prestigious Royal Academy.

Jason Barlow

Return of the Manx

The original The Thomas Crown Affair overflows with automotive eye candy. There’s an evocative promotional image of Steve McQueen with a dark blue Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow two-door (later known as the Corniche), and rarer still is his character’s Ferrari 275 GTB/4 NART Spyder. Exactly the sort of thing a millionaire playboy thief (or indeed movie star) would drive in 1968. But neither is actually the film’s most famous car. McQueen, a man who likely had issues with impulse control but also the means to indulge it, was perusing the August 1966 issue of Hot Rod magazine when he realized its cover star was something he needed in his life. This was a… well, what was it, exactly? It looked like a beach buggy. McQueen invariably got involved in Thomas Crown’s pre-production.

Joanne Glasbey

What women want

My doctor needs to know my weight so he can calculate the dosage of a prescription. As I kick off my heavy boots to claw back a few pounds before stepping on the scales, he instructs me to “breathe in.” He thinks I’m hilarious. It may well be vanity but it’s also something ingrained in the female psyche and shared the world over. We have an emotional relationship with our bodies that plays into the clothes we choose to wear. It’s what Daisy Knatchbull, founder of her eponymous high-end women’s clothing company, refers to as “the female problem.” She not only understands the complexity of the issues – “Pretty much every woman has the same struggles, whatever their age and size,” she notes – but addresses them, head-on.

Monday

Lucinda Bredin

The art of chaos

The 61st Venice International Art Biennale has just started and continues in “La Serenissima” until November. That much is certain. What ha­p­p­ens at this artfest, though, is anyone’s guess. It’s been the rockiest, most highly charged Biennale this century – even before it started. This year, the main exhibition, which sets the pulse for the Biennale, is In Minor Keys, conceptualized by the inspirational Cameroon­ian-Swiss curator Koyo Kouoh. Last May, just after delivering her vision for a show featuring 111 artists, including works by Carsten Höller, Alvaro Barrington, and Laurie Anderson, Kouoh died tragically and unexpectedly of cancer. However, she was able to map out the premise for the exhibition which focuses on the small but revealing elements in life.

Joshua Hendren

Let’s workshop it

There are few brands that can claim to have made a handbag for Margaret Thatcher, a cigar case for Winston Churchill, and the necklace worn by Kate Winslet in 1997’s Titanic. Asprey, the British luxury house that has been operating out of London since 1781, can claim all three, and that’s before you get to the Royal Warrants, the generations of silversmiths working in its workshop, or the fact that it is currently embarking on what it calls a modern Grand Tour, sourcing rare crafts from artisans in Japan, Brazil, Afghanistan, and beyond to mark its 245th anniversary. If you haven’t heard of Asprey, you’re probably not alone – at least on this side of the Atlantic. In Britain, the name carries a particular kind of weight.

Amy Raphael

Paul Fischer examines books on American studio filmmaking

The writer Paul Fischer was born in Saudi Arabia, raised in France and now lives in Canada. His first book, A Kim Jong-II Production, the true story of the kidnapping of two South Korean filmmakers in North Korea, was one of NPR’s best books of 2015. His sophomore book, The Man Who Invented Motion Pictures, explores the disappearance of Louis Le Prince, who shot the world’s first motion picture in Leeds, England. For his third book, Fischer turns to the inside story of the friendship between Coppola, Lucas, and Spielberg. The Last Kings of Hollywood is a New York Times bestseller. Here, he discusses five film books that have influenced his work.

Ian Belcher

The scenic route

Million-strong caravans of wildebeest, darkly efficient lion kills, exuberantly plumaged birds – Africa’s prolific wildlife is a consummate scene stealer. So much so that the continent’s glorious wilderness landscapes rarely earn equal billing. Welcome to the stage Zambia and Botswana, where a two-center, dry season safari upends that formula. While the animals are many and mesmerizing – Moremi is Africa’s “Predator Capital,” the Makgadikgadi a magnet for 50,000 migrating zebra – they’re extras rather than A-list stars; tonic to the scenic gin. Where else to start but Victoria Falls?

Kara Newman

Tomayto, tomahto

For decades, the bloody mary pretty much had the tomato cocktail on lock. If you wanted something savory, spicy, vegetal – a bloody was your brunchtime go-to. Today, tomato-based drinks span well beyond the bloody – and beyond brunch, too. From legions of tomato water ’tinis to savory spins on negronis, margaritas, and beyond, expect to find drinks everywhere this summer paying homage to the beloved tomate. The key drivers behind the trend: rising affection for savory drinks (thanks, dirty martini), tighter connections between kitchen and bar, and an emphasis on seasonality. ‘If you think tomato drinks sound weird, just remember it’s a fruit.

Tracey Llewellyn

Game on

The FIFA World Cup is coming to the United States (Thursday, June 11 to Sunday, July 19, 2026), which means, for a few weeks, the country will submit to calling the Beautiful Game football. It already does so more often than it admits, and the insistence on “soccer” now feels faintly performative. The US came late to the game, but Major League Soccer now draws average crowds of more than 22,000 a match, placing it alongside established European leagues. Its broadcast deal with Apple – 10 years and $2.5 billion – suggests confidence. The arrival of Lionel Messi at Inter Miami CF in 2023 did not create interest so much as accelerate it. Watchmaking, as it tends to, has followed the audience.

Mark Hooper

Making it personal

Founded over 50 years ago, Italian shoemaker Santoni has earned a reputation for quality, craftsmanship, and its commitment to “beauty through the hands.” Today, Giuseppe Santoni oversees the company founded by his father, Andrea, and remains committed to the philosophy behind the “Made in Santoni” mark found on every shoe it produces. “It is not simply a place of origin; it means ‘made by our hands,’” says Giuseppe. “Every step – from design to craftsmanship to final result – expresses a single, unmistakable standard of excellence,” he continues. “Our hands think, imagine, and create. They translate intuition into form, and knowledge into detail. Beauty is always found in the detail, where emotion, precision, and care reveal themselves most clearly.

James Gurney

Keep it classic

Old Masters has long been yesterday’s story as contemporary art surged away from the dusty legacy market. But just as the interesting times that we live in have investors heading for gold in their droves, the value of certainty is a rising stock in the art market, a tendency on vivid display at TEFAF art fair at Maastricht in the Netherlands this spring. Certainty of long-term value, certainty of supply and of provenance are some of the qualities that are drawing collectors back to Old Master categories, but add better curation, services and the perception that prices reflect intrinsic worth more than hype and the smiles all round as TEFAF closed are easy to account for.

Charlie Thomas

The scenic route

Walking up to the Valhalla is an intimidating experience. Low to the ground, it looks like a prototype race car and every bit the million-dollar starting price tag. Its large gullwing doors swing up, presenting an interior bathed in carbon fiber. After climbing in awkwardly, the carbon bucket seats hug you in and the squared-off steering wheel reminds you this is no ordinary Aston. Close the door and you’re cocooned in like a Le Mans Hypercar. The Valhalla isn’t a track-only racing machine, though. It’s a hybrid road car, made in partnership with Aston Martin’s Formula 1 team, but with surprising levels of comfort and usability. It has 1,046hp, with power coming from both the 4.

Alfred Tong

Loosen up

Oliver Spencer, designer and founder of London-based luxury formalwear brand Favourbrook, has a few thoughts about summer style. For a start, he is unimpressed by the type of men who turn up at the races squeezed into “tight suits” and seeming to want to look like an extra from Peaky Blinders. He is equally dismissive of the long reign of beige discretion. “We’re all a little bored of that ‘quiet luxury,’” he says. “No thanks. No more.” For Spencer, the answer is obvious. Summer should be fun, fancy, colorful, and, above all, joyful. He dislikes the idea of “occasionwear” altogether.

Alfred Tong

Mixing business and pleasure

British tailoring house Thom Sweeney has long made a virtue of Italianate ease refined through a distinctly Mayfair lens. The wardrobe is sleek, elegant, and relaxed enough to move from airport lounges to boardrooms, members’ clubs, long lunches, and late dinners without missing a beat. That balance is especially clear in its summer proposition, where tailoring is stripped of heaviness but none of its polish. As co-founder Thom Whiddett puts it, “I love our new chocolate-brown blazer paired with a black dress trouser” – both cut from “very lightweight and breathable wool,” which makes them ideal for warmer weather, and the silhouette works for “both business and pleasure.

Friday

Josie Cox

Down with the children’s birthday-industrial complex

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about birthdays. For one thing, I’m writing this on the very day I turn 37. For another, you might’ve heard that America’s got a big one coming up later this year: 250. Old enough to stop squabbling and act its age. But right now, the only birthday that matters in our household is my daughter’s, and it’s coming up in two weeks. New York City children’s birthday parties – at least many of the ones I’ve witnessed – are unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Not so much parties as highly coordinated tests of moral conscience. They’re diplomatic summits involving balloons, sugar and, yes, perhaps a touch of low-level psychological warfare.

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Chilton Williamson, Jr.

The clash between Trump and Pope Leo shouldn’t shock Catholics

I have always believed that no Catholic with a sound understanding of his faith, which represents the ultimate in realistic thinking and a realistic view of the world, should be shocked by anything. For this reason, the recent contretemps between the President of the United States and Pope Leo XIV left me completely unaffected. Donald Trump is not a Catholic and the Pope in Rome serves in persona Christi, the 367th temporal embodiment of the Lord before the Second Coming. I believe further that a great many devout Catholics devote too much attention to whoever it is who happens to be serving as the Vicar of Christ at any given moment and that it is theologically wrong to treat him as an international celebrity, as it has been the custom of Catholics to do in the postwar era.

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Peter Watson

The trouble with yachts

Yacht owners are well-heeled and outgoing types, perfect devotees of good food and wine. Drinking and yachting does not carry the same stigma as drinking and driving. But yachts are not exactly small things so where, exactly, do you put your boat when you stop somewhere for lunch or dinner? A guide has now been published, telling yacht-owners which Palm Beach restaurants are boat-friendly, how much dock space each establishment has, whether or not there are docking fees, whether “rafting” is sometimes necessary (ferrying people to and from the dining area from the dock), whether overnight parking is permitted (in case you imbibe too much), what is the maximum size of boat accepted, whether table service on the boat is available and for what fee and whether sailboats are permitted.

Friday

Melissa Kite

Americans think they want the ‘real Ireland.’ They don’t

As the first Americans of the season got out of their car I scrunched up my face and groaned. “They’re all like that, remember?” said the builder boyfriend. “What if the bed gives way?” I demanded. “How will they even fit in the bed?” The BB shrugged. “Who cares?” he said, with his usual sunny attitude. I don’t mean to suggest these people were overweight. I mean they were giants. I’m sure their depth was right for their height. There was just an awful lot of them, and we are not the Premier Inn, with super-king beds that sleep two medium-sized horses. She was in sportif wear. He was tousle-haired and bearded, dressed in a flowing shirt and baggy trousers.

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Nicholas Farrell

My heated argument about Italy’s birthrate

Dante’s Beach, Ravenna We were having dinner in the Osteria del Tempo Perso (the Hostelry of Lost Time). It is in the old city which in the 5th century was the last capital of the western Roman empire as, besieged by various types of barbarian, the final fall drew ever nearer. I was drinking again. The rules are simple: I can drink when abroad, defined as anywhere outside the province of Ravenna, which I rarely leave; or else when anyone foreign – i.e. non-Italian – comes to visit, which is even rarer. My younger brother Simon, the KC, had come for a long weekend with his second wife Cyrena, two of his four children from his first marriage, Sam (33) and Rufus (28), and his stepdaughter, Jemima (22).

Gage Klipper

Croquet hasn’t quite gone away

Growing up, I remember a set of strange colored mallets that occupied a dusty corner of the family garage. My mother had purchased them as a novelty, I learned, in an effort to take up croquet when she bought her first weekend home upstate. She had fond memories of playing croquet as a child, but to me it always rang somewhat ironic: the city slicker’s romantically anachronistic idea of, “What else is there to do in the country?” So when I got invited to this year’s Annapolis Cup – the 42nd annual croquet match between St. John’s College and the US Naval Academy – I wasn’t sure what to make of it. My first instinct was to assume it was a gag, a silly put-on for charity.