This is most evident in our cover star Jade Holland Cooper, whose designs are blazing new trails (although with plenty of timeless appeal) in the world of equestrian-adjacent fashion and beyond. Hers is a tale as old as time, told anew with ferociously literal horsepower: inspiration, heritage, foresight, hard work and relentless dedication, all resulting in something really rather remarkable.
Egypt is one of the four oldest civilizations, an ancient land steeped in Bedouin traditions. In the South East Sinai lies Dahab – not merely a town, but a bohemian arcadia and a powerful fusion of culture and progression, where the past and future coexist harmoniously.
Freshly back from a YogiSki retreat in the French Alps”, is a phrase quite enjoyable to leave hanging in the air at an early morning on set. It holds steady with awe; with a pinch of the smugness generally associated with regaling tales of a ski break, alongside a heaped spoonful of intrigue at the idea of early mornings stridden with a grounding yoga practice, deep in the mountains.
We all know that the motorcycling community is a tight-knit group. Endless hours tinkering in the garage, ordering new parts online and chatting with our mates about the quirky little things we’re currently doing to show our passion for the freedom of riding a motorbike. It’s what bonds us all together.
The trouble with it is, you have to keep stopping. For petrol, for instance. There is never enough in the tank. And in order to refill the tank, you have to find a petrol station, stop, take off your gloves, sunglasses, helmet and earplugs. Then open the beautiful quick release, pretend fuel cap – and the proper locking fuel cap underneath it – and squirt petrol into the tank. Then queue, pay, and go through the whole annoying process again in reverse. And all this when you could simply be riding it. It’s unbelievably frustrating.
She is a 1952 “C” Series Vincent Rapide. In her day, she was racy as hell and just about the fastest thing on two (or four) wheels.
Half-walled with glass, a surrounding decked courtyard garden is enclosed with a stone wall peppered with ferns. Textural elements from our backdrop are mirrored in the interiors, with well-tended plants, bark-tiled feature walls, underheated wooden floors, a hanging fireplace and his and hers sinks held up by exposed tree roots.
Lingering in a stocking, waiting under the tree, or an early gift for a private moment. A scent is personal, a fragrance is meaningful, a present for the season that creates memories with every wear.
Sublimely luxurious skincare is a moment to savour, and nothing says this more than the EviDens De Beauté Essentials Collection. Comprising their most cherished pieces, you can expect ultra-nourishing formulas for supreme skin quality.
I slip my slightly clammy hand gingerly into the slot, ease some pressure and pull gently skyward. That scissor-door entry is nothing less than muted pornography. So effortless in its execution, it’s part of the recipe that makes the Aventador just that little bit more special.
Quality, innovation and – by god, in this case – style. Casio’s reputation precedes it when it comes to its product development and, crucially, its product refinement. Their first electronic keyboard, The Casiotone CT-201, was birthed by Toshio Kashio and his team in January 1980.
Fresh from four days in Scotland driving the simply astonishing Ferrari F8 Spider, there are times in one’s life where you have to sit back, take some time, and genuinely let an experience wash over you. You need to take it in. Revel in it. The smells, the sights, the sheer visceral nature of it.
Like many Swiss watchmaking dynasties, Alpina can trace its founding back to the turn of the nineteenth century – 1883 to be precise – by Gottlieb Hauser, a watchmaker in Winterthur, who also established the Swiss Watchmakers Corporation (Union Horlogère Suisse).
It wasn’t until Stacia Suttles turned 19 and stepped into a boxing ring for the first time, that the amateur fighter realised she was exceptionally gifted in the combat sport.
I scanned the horizon of the Finnish race circuit but Charlie was possibly doing a few laps in the 500hp V8 110. “Let me see if I can find him Tony”. “Cool man”. This was the first of a handful of semi awkward exchanges I would have with Tony Hawk that week as we crossed from Finland into Russia, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Austria and Monaco.
