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Breguet and the Louvre may seem an odd pairing to the museum's ten million annual visitors, yet the Swiss watchmaker is plainly committed to championing European culture, from horology to the decorative arts.
When Eduardo Soteras Jalil left finance, he knew only that he loved telling stories. Then an exhibition by Czech photographer Koudelka changed everything, revealing a medium he had never imagined could move him so profoundly.
Most Middle Eastern guests at Renzo Piano's Shard, our writer suggests, care little that Harrods lies half an hour away. They have not come to Southwark to go out, but to go up.
Married to footballer Sol Campbell but a formidable name in her own right, Fiona Barratt trained at Chelsea College of Arts and Parsons, worked under Kelly Hoppen, then founded her own practice in 2006.
Arthur C. Clarke imagined a black monolith driving human progress. On architect Galal Mahmoud's concept board sits a startling counterpart, rendered entirely in white, an object our writer scarcely recognises but cannot stop contemplating.
They say crossing the Drake Passage is the price of seeing Antarctica. From the Tierra del Fuego port of Ushuaia, a veteran geologist warns that some crossings are calm and others anything but.
Above the surreal casino and cantilevered curves of Singapore's Marina Bay Sands sits Waku Ghin, drawing diners by name alone. That name is Tetsuya Wakuda, the chef whose reputation underpins its considerable appeal.
Having moved from high-end London residences to luxury hospitality in Kuala Lumpur, Dymitr Malcew now unveils the Floating House. Rooted in his childhood on the Polish coast, it blends nature, architecture and technology upon the water.
Anti-American sentiment can seem as intrinsic to the Middle East as anti-Middle Eastern feeling is to America. Against that backdrop, the work of Kate Seelye and her sister, Ammanda Salzman-Seelye, takes on real significance.
Karl Lagerfeld brought Chanel's 2014/15 Cruise collection to a man-made island owned by Dubai's Crown Prince, staging eighty-four looks for a thousand guests ferried in by abra boats.
Drawing into Johore Bahru, our writer realises everyone is staring. Passengers, guards, cleaners and vendors reach for their phones; parents point him out to their children. Only the elderly seem entirely unmoved by the spectacle.
Step inside Caracalla and you enter a world of grand columns, ornate frescoes and velveteen diwans, at once ancient and Oriental. Everyone here moves with a dancer's gait, in hushed, international seriousness.