The Garden of Ninfa is, in a word, elusive. Tucked away at the foot of the Lepini hills to the south of Rome, the garden opens to outsiders on a handful of days each year, and even then, only under the watchful eye of a guide.
“In my heart of hearts, I feel most comfortable when I am swimming upstream, against the current and looking for my own interpretation of history, culinary traditions, and my identity.”
The Nina Yashar universe is as big in scale as her new design proscenium.
It is not for nothing that Italy is known as a nexus of good food, where, at the end of the day, it is all about the seeds.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Some of the sweetest days of my life have been spent in Milan’s grey winter. My concrete-block apartment offered a spectacular view over the nearby Alps and on a clear day the diamond peaks would reflect crystals of cerulean blue in the morning light.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: From one long stretch of Mediterranean the gods wrought two Rivieras—Italian and French—what’s your pleasure? Travel and live on olives, pesto, and espresso, but decline to take this sun-blessed pocket of coastline for granted. The exposure to such gorgeousness could spoil you for life.
Monasteries aren’t what they used to be. Today, we think of them as quiet, modest, even austere places in which monks pursue their relationship with God without the noisy distractions of the world around them. It wasn’t always thus.
The Gucci story begins with Guccio Gucci, a Florentine immigrant in London who saw the potential of luggage as a status symbol while he was working as a porter at the Savoy Hotel. Ninety years later, the company built its own cultural institution.
The steep-cliffed, narrow winding roads of the island of Capri can make you feel like you are riding along in the back seat of Cary Grant’s coupe, Grace Kelly fussing with the picnic basket beside him.