Update: Bruce passed away seven months after I wrote this. RIP Chef Robertson. Scarborough is a tiny outpost on the Atlantic Coast, beyond Misty Cliffs, south of Cape Town. A three-way stop sign, a few houses, a long deserted beech and plush fynbos on the hills above; one normally doesn’t come to Scarborough. This is…Details
I have announced it multiple times, retracted it because of technical issues, have kept talking about it… Well all things come in due time. The shop is now live! A carefully curated collection of photographs from Vincent Mounier Photography galleries as well as from this very blog are now available for purchase as mounted fine…Details
It was the chilly month of June, or wintertime in the southern hemisphere. The plane tree had stripped down to a bare minimum. Poppies were brought to the kitchen table. Flames danced at night in the fireplace. Blankets and sweaters were drawn. And the terrace dinner table is an anachronism, at home on this blog.…Details
For four years, I bounced from one tropical location to the next, tanned as a chocolate bar and barely drying up between dives. Two of those years were spent aboard the Club’s sister sailing ships, Club Med 1 and Club Med 2, largest sailing vessels in the world. Being a dive instructor for Club Med tought…Details
Shot in the luxurious Constantia garden last NYC winter.
On our last Saturday walk we aimed for a ridge that stretches along the northwestern side of Manhattan like a spine. It features Inwood Park at its northern tip, then the Cloisters and finally a section of the Upper West Side we had never really explored. A gigantic cathedral greeted us at the top of…Details