Richard Branson has invented his own kind of heaven, and I went there to see how it would ruin me. Not ruin me the way good whiskey ruins bad whiskey,
They told us the building was clear. That was the first lie. Second floor, third room on the left—boots slipping on spent casings, lungs burning, the hallway stinking of cordite
How to Eat Street Food Street food is some of the most delicious and revelatory food in the world because it’s cooked by people who aren’t trying to impress a
Since answering the siren call of the bitch goddess Hollywood ten years ago, LA’s been my home. Being a studio executive is not the best vantage point to get to
Midnight, Punta Cana. The night had been going nowhere, which is another way of saying it was going exactly where the island wanted. The fan above the bar turned with
For several years I worked for a Swedish-based software company. I got to know Stockholm well. The lie of night is that it ends when the lights come up. In
I’m back in Hong Kong. The woman at check-in tells me it’s my 35th visit to the hotel. Still feels like I’ve barely scratched the surface. As always, I’m staying
Thomas Wolfe famously wrote ‘you can’t go home again.’ Actually, you can, if home is wherever you want it to be. There’s a hum you hear these days in every
Narrowboat canal trips are all the rage in the UK, drifting through the countryside at four miles an hour and calling it wellness. But if you want a stateside Rat
Spain’s Camino de Santiago might be the big kahuna of modern pilgrimages, but it is not alone. Out on the English borderlands, a two‑day wander along Hadrian’s Wall and down
The road out of Kigali unravels like a bad idea you were somehow proud to have. Dawn slides over the hills in sheets of fog and diesel, and the whole
The Great Wall of China. This time I’m not here to swoon like a fanboy over its engineering mojo. I’m here to shoot a commercial. That means permits. Meetings. Smiles
