High life
Here is my Christmas gift to Spectator readers, one that applies mostly to unmarried males, but is also available to…
High life
Except for sickness in one’s family or the loss of a life, is there anything sadder than to see a…
High Life
The leaves are falling non-stop, like names dropped in Hollywood, and it has suddenly turned colder than the look I…
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To the grand Herrera house on the upper east side of Manhattan for lunch in honour of Lord and Lady…
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Aleko Goulandris is my oldest and closest friend. We met in the summer of 1945, at the Semiramis hotel in…
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To Newport, Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union but one of the most beautiful. Driving north-east from the…
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Autumn in New York: they even wrote a song about it that was a great hit 60 years ago. Last…
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I have always believed that the mission of most movies made after the Fred & Ginger era has been to…
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An intelligent letter from a reader, Stanislas Yassukovich CBE, warms my heart. It’s nice to know there are others as…
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The time-honoured saying that England’s great battles have been won on the playing fields of Eton is a lot of…
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This is about life up high. Two weeks ago The Spectator had that rapscallion and mischief-maker Peter McKay writing about…
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Athens This grimy semi-Levantine ancient city has its beauty spots, with childhood memories indelibly attached. There is a turn-of-the-century apartment…
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Next time you read about an auctioneer’s gavel coming down on a $150 million painting bought by some flunkey representing…
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Ibiza This island is the Spanish equivalent of the Greek sex rock of Mykonos, except its waters are murkier, its…
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Back in the very early Sixties there was an uninhabited islet off the west coast of Greece by the name…
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Can somebody tell me when America last got it right? Uncle Sam’s track record in selecting leaders in faraway places…
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Gstaad In this freewheeling Swiss village of the 1950s, the unconventional was the norm and monumental drinking commonplace, but the…
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Porto Cheli Nothing is moving, not a twig nor a leaf, and I find myself missing the cows, the mountains…
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Porto Cheli I have been thinking about my children and my own strange boyhood as I gaze up at the…
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Gstaad I am looking out of my window at the green landscape and forested mountains rising beyond, as peaceful a…
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One event I regretted missing on my last visit to London was a party at the Polish Club, which has…
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Gstaad I write this on 14 July, France’s big day and the 25th anniversary of my father’s passing. He died…
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Island of Rhodes When I’m on the water, I feel I was born to it. Yachting has always been a…
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To Fort Belvedere for a ball that most likely will discourage any more balls because of its brilliance and perfection.…
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When I hear the words Sykes-Picot I more often than not feel like punching an Englishman or a Frog —…
