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Founded in 1980, PETA lives and breathes a single mission: animals are not ours to eat, wear, experiment on or use for entertainment. Whatever you make of their tactics, you cannot but respect their dedication.
Miuccia Prada crowned her year with the Fondazione Prada, Rem Koolhaas's striking Milan art museum and proof of her cultural commitment. For more bookish minds, she now offers the Prada Feltrinelli initiative, another investment of name and resources.
There is something deeply organic about a cigar, the way rolled leaves unravel as they burn and the taste evolves towards the end. A fleeting, sensual affair, says Stéphane Nazzal, in which every lover has their own ritual.
In Camus' The Outsider, the murdered Arab is never named, a mere device in a fierce meditation on a godless world. Our writers revisit that emptiness and the figure history left voiceless.
Six years ago Bulgari pledged part of every Save the Children ring to the charity. With a pendant added in 2014, the jeweller continues to channel luxury towards the world's most disadvantaged children.
Defiant from the start, artist Monira Al Qadiri persuaded both her parents and Kuwait's education minister to send her, aged sixteen, on a Japanese scholarship reserved for boys, the first of many bold leaps.
Many of us romanticise the lives of writers, that is, until we try being a writer ourselves. It was the Slovenian philosopher and cultural theorist Slavoj Zizek who said that writing is a form of self-torture, which immediately brings to mind those incredibly frustrating moments of writ…
At first glance, Laudi Abilama's vivid canvases could be mistaken for Warhol, until you notice the subjects: Faten Hamama, Omar Sharif, Umm Kulthoum and Fairouz, golden-age Arab stars rendered in bold pop-art colour.
One ill-judged gesture, chopsticks left standing upright in a bowl of perfectly good noodles, turns a dinner date awkward, as our writer learns just how loaded the rules of the table can be.
Asked once whether he would give up eating if he could, our writer thought the question insane, unwilling to trade his quinoa salads for anything. Yet it lingers during the search for a quick, cheap Beirut lunch.
Raised among hardbound classics, airport paperbacks and Booker shortlists, and schooled at a Steiner school that forbade reading before six, our writer reflects on the eclectic library that shaped a lifelong love of stories.
Born the eldest of six in a middle-class Peruvian family, Mario Testino's outrageous sense of style courted trouble at home before London and New York beckoned. As he puts it, imagine David Bowie walking through Rome.