Jimmy´z, Monte Carlo

Once, the symbol of luxury travel was the jet plane, those supersonic arrows across the stratosphere that ferried the planet’s wealthiest and glitziest above the lands and seas between New York, Paris, Rio and London. The jet-set were the international globe-trotters who partied lavishly in each of these glamorous cities and many more, often on consecutive nights. While this generation took on the reigns of luxury from the Café Society, an equally gilded elite of international hedonists, both viewed the French Riviera as their personal pleasure resort - the original beach paradise to which their kind were born to enjoy.

It is to Monaco, the jewel within the jewel box, that the more sedate contemporary conveyers of kings and kingmakers now cruise most frequently. This extraordinary citadel built out of money plays host to a constantly revolving carousel of superyachts and their super owners, their charges gleaming in the uniquely Monte Carlo blue.

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Double Crown

Closed, we will miss you!  Really looking forward to Saxon & Parole´s opening this September on the same site - AvroKO´s new restaurant.

The Wavlery Inn

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Palm Springs - un peu d´histoire

“Hollywood has always been a cage... a cage to catch our dreams.”

-          John Huston

With the sharpest and most instant wit, with never a hair out of place and dressed from head to foot in the latest luxuries, our stars have strode and smouldered across both our screens and the collective consciousness for as long as we can remember.

Forty foot high, at once as big as houses and as fragile as the screen on which they are held captive, these gods of the twentieth century have both lived in and beyond our wildest dreams – their own lives often more outlandishly glamorous than those of the characters they play.

The reality of Hollywood, a machine to frame our fantasies, is one from which even its anointed sons need respite – but to where do the glittering vessels of fantasy, those dedicated to its fabrication, go to escape their own reality.

Intriguingly, during the golden age of the eternally inward-looking home of the movies, the answer seems perhaps to have come from the movies themselves – the Western. The vast emptiness and limitless possibility of the desert plains and the eagle circled mountain passes of the great American West had been a staple of America’s great gilded myth-machine since the silent pictures of the 1920s. The telling and retelling of the conquering of the west’s savage wilderness is indeed a cornerstone of American identity.

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