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There is a trick to colour, our writer admits, though he cannot name it. Between two poles, the blue and white of the United Nations and the black and white of his own marriage, he searches for meaning.
Earth-rattling events are distilled into two-minute, good-guys-versus-bad-guys segments engineered not to upset the six o'clock dinner. Where photography prizes simplicity, our writer argues, news coverage merely strips away every shred of intelligent nuance.
The president's hometown is also that of his inner circle, from the chiefs of Rosneft and Gazprom to Russia's largest banks. Now into his third term, Putin increasingly embraces his St. Petersburg roots.
From Ralph Lauren and American Psycho to gangsters, bankers and The Wolf of Wall Street, the pinstripe suit speaks volumes in a few lines. Govind Dhar argues it is, above all, a statement of confidence.
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.
Few Middle Eastern couturiers have worked with fashion greats of Caroline Seikaly's calibre, yet she remains wholly down to earth. In her Hamra atelier, her young daughter bounces about as if it were her playroom.
Can you excel at work, anchor the social scene, see the world and still invest for the future? Such balancing acts have caused countless headaches, yet a rare few seem to manage every commitment with ease.
While SUVs crave the rough and sports cars chase the track, convertibles are happiest cruising empty country lanes. Open-air motoring is less about speed than the unhurried connection of sun on your face and wind in your hair.
Sudden riches, from a winning bet to a lottery, can turn heads and empty pockets. Worse still, our writer argues, is anticipated wealth squandered in the imagination long before it ever arrives.
From singing notes to smelling them, Amouage's creative director Christopher Chong has not wholly left opera behind. His latest fragrance, though, a tribute to smoky jazz clubs and Chinese film noir, proves far more personal.
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.