Growing up, I lived in a house where a cup of tea was served as a solution to just about any problem. My British grandmother made the most perfect cup of tea. She used just enough milk, no sugar, and … Continue reading →

I’m a big fan of photography, and if pressed, I would say that my favourite type is light painting. I think it’s incomparable, both because it seems so magical–the artist doesn’t see the art created until after it’s finished–and because … Continue reading →

I consider myself a champion insomniac; at times I go days without catching a single wink. I’ve been this way since childhood and can still remember every late-night creak and groan in my parents’ house, which I’d hear as I … Continue reading →

Being incorrigibly vain and disillusioned with mass production, I’m pleased to see that bespoke tailoring is winning its battle with extinction. Unlike made-to-measure, which alters the fit of a preexisting suit, the bespoke buyer chooses the cloth and the cut. … Continue reading →

Power is a human obsession, whether we want to have it, destroy it, or divide it amongst us. I learned about my country’s last king (the Shah of Iran) and his overthrow well before I learned how to write. By … Continue reading →