+ Istanbul from Above
Leaving the morning fog, we spend the day above the streets of Istanbul from rooftop terraces of restaurants and bars. Yeni Raki, glasses of wine, Turkish coffee. A Bossa nova DJ and conversation on the whimsical nature of “gabe-style” moving. Toss the keys in and walk out? I say drain the glass, walk out into...
+ A Sailing Culture
Like the water, Istanbul never seems to end, stretching to the horizon. Here, Europe meets Asia and the sailboats skim across the glimmering Bosphorus Strait. Architecture of the city – centuries old, perhaps as old as the 7th century BCE – build up on top of each other, ultimately peaking with the gold tipped minarets...
+ Eurasian Lifestyle
There is perhaps nothing so sublime as a glass of wine at sunset by the water in the company of a dear friend. Would you disagree? We enter the garden at the luxurious THEHOUSE CAFÉ in Ortaköy and sit at the water’s edge. My former desire for Turkish coffee fades to that for a glass...
Bavarians in the East
Cow-print and whale-print!: We’ve located the Germans in Istanbul. I’ve been flown into the city to meet with the Öcher Safari team adventuring overland by car from Germany to Jordan in the Allgäu-Orient Rallye. Here’s a sneak peak but stay in touch with Mercedes-Benz for the full film-photo-written coverage in a couple of weeks to...
+ The Journeymen Style
It’s a 7am flight. I queue up and wonder: What ever happened to the Golden Age of Travel? There was glory then in the journey itself, a celebrated experience answered by passengers with sartorial expressions. Airport halls, rail stations, and boat docks were the catwalks of the time. Journeymen understood that luggage, attire, comfort, and...
+ From China to Texas
It doesn’t matter really where you perambulate in this world, one can always find a culture of tea drinking can’t you? Some are content with electric kettles, styrofoam cups, and a tea bag swimming about. Others hold to bowing over a cup and waiting patiently for tea leaves to softly whisper their drinkable status into...
+ Off to the Beach
What does one pack for a beach outing? This is a question most humans don’t ponder over. But for those non-beachers like myself, here’s a lineup of ridiculous necessities you might consider. + A heavy duty canvas rucksack + A big knife for when pirates show up. One can either join them or repel them...
+ Going Scandinavian at KINFOLK
It seems like just a week back that I had returned from London with memories of Speakeasy Espresso, talking beer crafting with Evin O’Riordain of The Kernel Brewery, and exchanging witty banter with the VW+BS team. I then found myself in Berlin drinking prosecco in the company of fashionables in the Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week tent....
+ A Heart In New York
Most of you won’t recall the words to A Heart In New York. But since the day I heard it off a tape deck seated in the back seat of a black 4runner returning from a ski trip in the middle of the night…those words have never left my memory. Twenty years later after that...
+ Haunting Brooklyn
Everything is orange. From the lights to the whiskeys glowing softly behind the bar, to the orange flowers arranged on the bar corner. Orange and warm. Or perhaps it’s simply the heat off the radiator beside which I sit, sipping rosemary gimlets with Art Director Suvi Haering. Outside, Berlin bites furiously at the ankles of...
+ The Williamsburg Hipster
It didn’t take long; Within twenty-four hours of returning to Brooklyn after a three year hiatus, I only had to traverse the length of half a block from south third to south second on Bedford Avenue on a Friday morning to have The Williamsburg Hipster present itself in my route. I do concur, it looks...
+ Nude Espresso, London
A reddish-brunette with tightly swept back hair sits dead centre on the long leather bench. NO, this is not about chattin her up! Her one hand holds a red felt pen. With the other, she balances her cup of double espresso and a packet of A4 editorial images. Occasionally, her left eyebrow slightly arches before...
