Today, we're straying from our usual British stomping grounds and turning our sights towards the sunny climes of Italy for a trifecta of the good life: Nature, coffee, and laughter. So fasten your seatbelts, gents, we're going on a wild ride!
I bet many of you guys out there can relate - we are going constantly racing through the weeks; full-time job, parenthood, friends, a loving family, exercise, you need a good 7-8 hours of sleep – all things that we wish to make time for – but there is still only 24 hours a day and 7 days per week.
From under our noses, life becomes complicated — full of obligation and duty to ‘get by’, or if we’re so inclined, make something of ourselves. I’m guilty of it as much as the next man. And only now that time has slowed a little am I able to feel the chasm of time, space, and touch between me and my brothers. So, I’ve started to write postcards again. Signed, stamped, and delivered from one corner of the earth to another. It’s a lost art, really, like patience. Yes, it would be easier to text, but it’s not enough.
There is a specific breed of masculinity that is a wholly American concept. You can see this type of man on Instagram mood boards and in classic Hollywood movies alike. From movies like Wall Street to clothing brands like Le Alfré, the Gordon Gekkos of the world still seem to have an iron grip on our collective psyche on how men of a certain means should dress, act, and party.
Allow yourself, do the little things for yourself, incorporate them in your choices, pour that drink on a Wednesday if you want to, wear that blazer on a Tuesday, and make an effort to look your best so “dressing” isn’t just for the parties and weekends. It is the little things in life, stop and smell the roses, enjoy the sunset with a glass of wine!
To me, the turning of the calendar each year is a time for hopes and dreams. I’m not a huge “resolutions” person, but I do believe in welcoming the new year manifesting positive thoughts for what this tabula rasa has in store.
Everyone should eat lunch, especially me because breakfast is typically a couple of vitamins, The Wall Street Journal editorials, and two cups of black coffee. By the time both hands on my watch are pointing straight up, my stomach is rumbling. During the week, I have a few spots I frequent, and I eat light—salads with grilled chicken breast or a cup of soup (hold the bread) and a beer. Friday's lunch, however, is different.
ings backward to a bygone time, where style was better, design icons were created, landmark achievements that we still refer to, books written, movies released, etc.
In my fourth decade, I’ve finally realized one of the true hacks of manhood: having a florist on speed dial.
Like most people today, I don’t have bundles of time. It is hard to balance life, work, a commute, and the hobbies I hold dear. I was struggling. So by New Year, I knew a change had to occur. Since then, I have made a whole lot of differences to my routine which have helped.