Modern plane travel has accustomed us to traveling vast distances in a matter of hours. This is, of course, a great convenience. But it can never match the pleasure and satisfaction earned by those dawdlers who have the time to enjoy older modes of transportation - the train, or, what our friend Neil Watson rolled from Mexico City to Oaxaca to Huatulco in, the car.
Miami is one of the great American cities. It’s a vacation destination for beach lovers, and home to a thriving Cuban-American population. Sadly, it was recently flooded by Hurricane Irma, and now may be affected by Hurricane Maria as well. In this photo essay, Neil Watson shares a few of the facets of the jewel that is Miami.
Montreal offers visitors a little bit of old Europe without the trans-Atlantic flight. The vibrant cafe and restaurant scene, the French language (although Parisians might scoff). But the cobblestone streets no longer. They are now being ripped up, to be replaced by concrete. These new streets may provide surer footing. Kinder on the ankles, perhaps. But there are some places they’ll never go.
Every time I’m in Florence for Pitti Uomo, I find myself hoping that one day my passport will miraculously say Repubblica Italiana. I learn the language, eat the food and perfect the hand gestures. Yet, I remain an outsider. But an observant one. Here are some non tourist pictures of the city I'd love to call home.
A few days ago I took out, from the back of my closet, my first real suit. It’s been seven years since I got it, and at least a couple since I’ve worn it; putting it on again reminded me how much I've learned and changed during that time. If style is a physical manifestation of your inner self - the projection to others of who you think are in your mind’s eye - then seven years ago that inner self was a made-to-measure suit that tried very hard to look every cent of its (very high) price tag. It was awful.