The Chap Winter 18 is out now, available directly from here and in most branches of WH Smith on Friday. Crammed to the gunwales with a broad variety of content, our main interview is with dandy actor and fashion designer John Malkovich. We also meet other remarkable men, including Nicholas Parsons, Craig Brown and a … Keep Reading
In the prison where T.W. Hollier is kept on a life sentence, conditions for the inmates are harsh, to say the least. They are given ill-fitting clothes to wear and shirts with missing buttons. Socks are forbidden, and every inmate is given a conspicuous tattoo on their forearm. On the plus side, the wallpaper is very agreeable.
“Me and my wife at a recent wedding at Wynyard hall,” writes Mark Mountford. “Lovely to get spruced up and looking dapper.” Indeed – so why didn’t you?
“This is me perusing the Baedeker while awaiting the Lisbon city ferry,” writes Mark Bott. “Do I cut the mustard?” We cannot tell in mono whether your shoes are light brown, but given the accuracy and elegance of the rest of your outfit, we can assume that they are.
Portofino – diminutive and sublime – has long been on the summer trail of the terminally chic. It is, after all, the perfect expression of the Ligurian coast, its soft multi-hued building facades guarding, sentry-like, the sunlight-accented azure waters upon which a collection of yachts bob up and down, their unhurried skippers lounging upon spotless decks, G&Ts in hand, Gatsbyian elegance made flesh. In short, a stay at the Italian Riviera is the closest you can ever come to inhabiting a 1930s travel poster; all breezy, effortless style. This is, amici, the blithe and unbothered la dolce vita. Portofino is,…