The man has a manifesto. Correction: a Karimanifesto, in which he waxes poetic on design, nostalgia, manufacturing, and best of all, beauty. “Every business,” says Karim Rashid, “should be completely concerned with beauty.” Meet him and you’ll understand how Karim Rashid could have the chutzpah to produce such a meaningful manifesto… or any manifesto.
Two 10-year-olds take their moms road-tripping through Austria and send SNOW Magazine some postcards… from Sölden.
I cannot think of a better way to celebrate Mother’s Day. Seated in comfortable loungers on the aft deck of Cunard’s Queen Mary 2 mid-way across the North Atlantic, wrapped in plaid blankets, advancing toward England, watching the sea churn below.
The Globe & Mail
It was 8:00 a.m. on a sunny, nippy, Oregon morning in July and the Pacific wind was already starting to blow. Gathering speed as it raced across the ocean, it crashed into the sandy, craggy shores of the Northwest Coast and flowed forcefully through the fairways at Bandon Dunes and Pacific Dunes.
They call it The Surf Bus — a groovy, Scooby-Doo-like Mystery Machine that chortles up to our hotel, the Hilton Hawaiian Village in Honolulu. A flip-flop-clad local surfer named Sam — our Shaggy — hops out and invites us aboard, where we encounter seats full of affable travellers from the United Kingdom, South America, Australia and Brandon, Man.
I think of us as yummy mummies. Not because we’re spectacularly bodacious, well bred or capable of turning heads. But because most of us are moms who like to eat yummy food when we travel together. This time our target is Tofino, B.C., a ruggedly handsome spot for active moms and career girls getting away from kids and work — women who like to hike, surf, stroll, soak, and of course, eat.