FROM THE ARCHIVE:Pie is the quintessential comfort food, imbued with memory and nostalgia. Almost everyone has a pie story to tell, whether it’s how Grandma’s house smelled as she set about her baking on a summer afternoon or the jokes that flew around the dinner table as dessert was dished out after a Thanksgiving feast.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Twisting around in her chair, Maria Giulia Maramotti reveals the words “Gimme Shelter” on the nape of her neck, a tribute to her style icon, Keith Richards. This sums up Maramotti—a rock-and-roll-loving free spirit who effortlessly balances this with her role as North American retail director for esteemed Italian clothing giant Max Mara.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Don of contemporary furniture Giulio Cappellini has had a decades-long career helming the family business. The architect, art director, and talent scout of international design excellence focuses on real products, not on lifestyle.
I can almost hear the clatter of hooves against the cobblestones as my ride pulls into the grand courtyard of the Waldorf Astoria Chicago (formerly the Elysian Hotel). It’s only my imagination, though, as I’m in one of the hotel’s Lexus town cars and not a horse-drawn carriage, but such is the evocative nature of the hotel’s grand design.
Imagine a sculptor who moonlights as a landscape architect. Or a painter who elects to dabble in interior design. This is the equivalent of DesignworksUSA, a wholly owned subsidiary of the BMW Group with co-operative design studios in Munich, Shanghai, Singapore, and just northwest of Los Angeles, in Newbury Park.
When Tom Sachs was eight years old, his father wanted a camera. Since the camera was too expensive to buy, the young Sachs made him one of clay instead. Since the boy went on to become a famous sculptor, one might dare to guess that the clay version was way cooler than the original.
A blanket of yellow covers the rolling hills of Corsica, France’s island of beauty, creating a scent that drifts far out to the sea. The arid maquis is densely layered with myrtle, rosemary, thyme, sage, and cork oak; alongside this fragrant scrubland are fields of immortelle, a vivid yellow flower that mingles mightily.
The owner of the tiny, far-flung island inn in Washington state posted a Craigslist ad seeking a seasonal chef. Across a continent and an ocean, it caught the attention of a young cook seeking to make his mark.
Consider the young hooker leaning against a lamppost in London’s Soho district in 1778. The girl, Amy Lyon, had somehow managed to survive all odds to reach the age of 13. Her father, a blacksmith, died when she was less than two months old; after her mother fled to London, Amy was brought up by her grandmother, and her diet consisted of bread, potatoes, and lard.