There’s a certain type of traveller who, when confronted with the suggestion of “slow travel,” pictures linen trousers, Tuscan olive groves, and maybe a non-refundable yoga retreat. But what if slow travel came with a gear shift? What if your winding journey through Europe’s Alpine heartland came not on the back of a bicycle—but behind the wheel of a Ferrari 488? Enter Ultimate Driving Tours and their ultra-luxurious Swiss Supercar Tour , a July itinerary for those who prefer their mindfulness with Michelin stars and their nature immersion set to the sound of a V12 engine. It’s a six-day, five-night road trip-slash-private escape through Switzerland’s summer landscapes, carefully choreographed to resemble a very high-end film montage—think Bond meets Vogue Living , but with more horsepower. This isn’t your uncle’s Swiss holiday. No fondue pots in sight. Instead, the experience begins in Zurich at the grand Dolder, a hilltop hotel that could be mistaken for a Wes Anderson fever dream—if Wes Anderson served aperitifs on the terrace while guests handed over keys to Lamborghinis. Each stop is punctuated by luxury that leans into the drama of the terrain. One night it’s The Chedi in Andermatt, where Swiss-Asian “Japandi” minimalism meets spa-palace maximalism. The next it’s Park Hotel Vitznau, a literal castle on Lake Lucerne that makes “fairytale” feel like an understatement. Michelin-starred restaurants await at every pause—The Japanese (at 2,300m above sea level, naturally) and The Grill Terrace’s open-fire “caveman style” gastronomy among them. But what really defines the Swiss Supercar Tour is its unapologetic indulgence in the art of the journey. There’s no “rush to get there” mentality. Instead, the convoy of supercars—Ferraris, Lamborghinis, McLarens—becomes a roving symbol of a new kind of slowness. Less about speed for speed’s sake, more about marinating in every twist and turn of a mountain road like it’s a tasting menu. And if you’re still not ready to hang up your driving gloves on Day Six, there’s an optional finale: guests can board a jet to London and be chauffeured straight to the Goodwood Festival of Speed . It’s a very British contrast to the introspective quiet of the Alps—think champagne bars, rosette-awarded dining, and the kind of access only billionaires and extremely well-connected auto-journalists typically enjoy. You'll toast on the Duke and Duchess of Richmond’s lawn (yes, that lawn), party in the Library Garden, and watch the iconic Sunday Shootout in tailored hospitality suites. Because when was the last time a good thing had to end on time? With prices starting at £14,990 (or $18,990 USD, for those wondering), it’s not exactly a budget break—but that’s the point. This is luxury without compromise. And for the kind of traveller who sees a mountain not just as a view, but as a challenge to ascend in style, the Swiss Supercar Tour is the stuff of summertime dreams. Slow travel, it turns out, doesn’t have to be slow.

Wimbledon is more than just a tennis tournament—it’s a cultural moment in London’s summer calendar where fashion, lifestyle, and sport collide in effortless style. Every year, brands bring their A-game with exclusive collections, pop-ups, and limited-edition launches that capture the tournament’s preppy elegance and spirited energy. From vintage-inspired apparel to curated dining experiences, Wimbledon 2025 is shaping up to be a feast for fans who want to see and be seen, on and off the courts. This season, the city’s style set has plenty to get excited about. Whether it’s sport-tech tenniswear with a streetwear twist, sustainable capsules by tennis stars themselves, or alfresco terraces perfect for sipping Pimms between sets, London’s Wimbledon offerings invite everyone to join in the celebration of this iconic event. Here’s a curated guide to the best launches and pop-ups you don’t want to miss. Ralph Lauren Wimbledon 2025 Ralph Lauren has brought its signature preppy elegance to Wimbledon 2025 with a full lifestyle takeover, from a live-screening café pop-up on New Bond Street to an alfresco dining terrace within the tournament grounds. The brand’s flagship store has been wrapped in court-green stripes and transformed into a chic viewing hub, while the Café at Ralph Lauren in Wimbledon’s Southern Village serves up iced lattes, cream teas, and custom-embroidered polos just steps from the action. As the Official Outfitter, Ralph Lauren’s presence this year blurs the lines between sport, fashion, and refined hospitality. Lacoste Djokovic’s Signature Polo & Shorts Let’s be honest: you’re not buying Djokovic’s on-court kit because you plan on replicating his serve. This is about looking like you could. His polo and matching shorts are all clean lines and crisp whites, the fashion equivalent of “I holiday in the south of France and drink espresso at 10pm.” Functional? Sure. But mostly, they're just really good for walking around Notting Hill pretending you own a tennis club. adidas London Originals Collection This drop is what happens when vintage tennis style gets the streetwear edit. Think retro pleated skirts, mesh tank tops, and zippered jackets in Wimbledon’s signature palette—green, white, and nostalgia. There are headbands, too, because someone at adidas understands that Wimbledon is as much about the hair as the hits. Kith x Wilson 2025 Tennis Collection Launching June 20, this is what you wear when you want to look like a tennis pro but feel like a downtown art dealer. The collection includes everything from performance-ready polos to green-and-white cardigans that whisper “Hamptons adjacent.” The rackets are beautiful. The bags are aspirational . The whole thing is lifestyle cosplay, and that’s why we love it. Gucci & Brunello Cucinelli Wimbledon Knit Capsules Last year’s knitwear drops from Gucci and Brunello Cucinelli are still quietly dominating match-day chic. Ivory cardigans with tennis badges, wrap sweaters that say “I’m cold, but curated”—these are layers for the person who would never actually run for cover in a rain delay. Limited editions, yes, but available on resale for those who like their luxury with a bit of a hunt. Elina Svitolina + Svitlana Bevza Capsule Ukrainian tennis royalty meets minimalist fashion in this refreshingly understated collection. Svitolina and Bevza co-designed sleek, sustainable pieces in crisp whites—think reimagined polo dresses and structured vests. Proceeds support her tennis foundation, which makes it officially fashion that gives back while looking better than you . Fred Perry Tennis Heritage Polos Fred Perry continues its slow-burn seduction of the heritage set with 1952-style polos that basically invented Wimbledon aesthetic. The pique fabric and classic fit are eternally flattering, whether you're watching the match or walking to Waitrose pretending you’re late for one. ALIGNE The Rosia Linen Dress If you need a dress that says “I’m only here for the Pimm’s,” the Rosia linen number from ALIGNE is it. The white drop-waist silhouette is unfussy, flattering, and £149—enough to feel considered, not flashy. Also in the capsule: a broderie co-ord and cotton midi skirt, all ready for sun-drenched outfit repeats. Harvie & Hudson Wimbledon Menswear Collection British tailoring gets the tennis memo with Harvie & Hudson’s smart, lightweight menswear drop. From seersucker blazers to polished separates that somehow make sweating seem elegant, it’s the kind of collection where even the casual trousers look like they’ve read Tatler . L’ETO Tennis Ball Dessert Macaron In what may be the most extra Wimbledon dessert of 2025, L’ETO has crafted a tennis ball-shaped ice cream macaron in matcha and vanilla, served with strawberries, naturally. It’s the kind of thing you order “just to try” and then photograph like it’s a guest at the table. Strawberries & Screen Duke of York Square If you're not actually going to Wimbledon, this is the next best thing. Giant outdoor screens, gourmet street food, and the kind of crowd that dresses for the highlight reel. Pimm’s, strawberries, and lots of linen—this is how Chelsea does a public viewing. Great Scotland Yard Hotel Wimbledon Afternoon Tea Because nothing says summer in Britain like a Wimbledon-themed tea served with edible tennis balls. Created in collaboration with Lavazza, the tea includes quiches, truffle sandwiches, and Pimm’s drizzle cake that will make you wonder why you ever bothered with plain scones. CROÍA The Tennis Club Jewellery Capsule Just in time for Wimbledon, Irish label CROÍA launched a jewellery collection that’s basically “tenniscore” in accessory form. Rhinestone huggies, stackable bracelets, tarnish-proof everything—designed to be worn with both tennis whites and Tuesday meetings. Proof that you don’t need to break a sweat to serve a look.

If you’re someone who can’t form a complete sentence until you’ve had your morning flat white (and you know who you are), there’s a new pop-up in town that might just give your usual caffeine fix a bit of an identity crisis. At this year’s Taste of London , illy—the coffee brand that practically invented the phrase “bean-to-cup” before it became something your local café started printing on brown paper menus—has launched Live HapILLY , a chic, coffee-forward experience for those who like their espresso with a side of espresso martini. And yes, there will be espresso martinis. Plural. Free-flowing. But first, let’s talk about the real star: a Michelin-starred soft serve (yes, you read that right), crafted in collaboration with illy’s UK chef ambassador Chantelle Nicholson, the Green Michelin Star-winning chef behind Apricity and The Cordia Collective. It’s creamy, zero-waste, and infused with the kind of culinary ingenuity that makes you rethink every sad cone you’ve ever ordered from an ice cream truck. In other words, it’s the kind of soft serve you’d cancel a dinner reservation for. Only the top 1% of Arabica beans make it into an illy blend, which is a fun fact you can casually drop at brunch the next time someone says their flat white tastes “a bit acidic.” Sustainable, But Make It Luxury If you’ve ever thought of sustainability as a vaguely annoying word used to justify £9 granola, illy might change your mind. In Brazil’s Cerrado Mineiro region, the brand has worked with local producers for over 30 years to develop regenerative agricultural practices. The result? The world’s first 100% certified regenerative agriculture coffee, the Brazil Cerrado Mineiro. This isn’t just sustainability for the sake of it. It’s farming that actively improves the land—restoring soil, reducing carbon emissions, and helping ensure your future grandchildren won’t be drinking synthetic espresso-flavoured energy drinks. Oh, and the Brazil Cerrado Mineiro blend tastes as good as its credentials sound. Smooth, complex, with just enough character to stand up to oat milk. Come for the Coffee, Stay for the Culture At the Live HapILLY experience, you’ll find more than your usual caffeine buzz. There are masterclasses on how to make the perfect cup at home (because you really shouldn’t still be using that Moka pot from university), interactive tastings, and more photo ops than a Notting Hill brunch spot. Whether you’re shopping for your next signature roast or just want an excuse to sip espresso martinis at 2pm while calling it “research,” this is the kind of pop-up Londoners will tell their friends about... just after they’ve posted it to Instagram first.

By now, you’ve likely scrolled past at least a dozen Instagram Stories captioned “LIDOooo 🐚☀️🎶” featuring blurry shots of someone’s £18 canned cocktail and the unmistakable shimmer of a sequinned co-ord in the Victoria Park sun. Welcome to LIDO—London’s new 10-day festival that somehow made sustainability cool, turned headliners into curators, and gave us the most fashion-forward crowd this side of Paris Fashion Week. If Glastonbury is a muddy rite of passage, LIDO is its polished, pop-literate, sound-obsessed younger cousin, with better coffee and a crowd that actually cares about SPF. The inaugural edition wrapped on Sunday with a cinematic headline set by London Grammar—yes, that band whose music you only realise you've been crying to on public transport after the third verse kicks in. The trio brought their signature widescreen melancholy to the festival’s final night, with Hannah Reid’s vocals soaring over Victoria Park like they were hand-delivered by a Hermes courier. Their cover of Kavinsky’s ‘Nightfall’ was unexpectedly tender, while songs like ‘Wasting My Young Years’ and ‘House’ gave the kind of sonic catharsis only found when you’re three cocktails deep and swaying in a field that smells vaguely of Diptyque and drizzle. But LIDO wasn’t just about closing night—it was a cultural moment wrapped in curated soundscapes, surprise celeb sightings (hello, Harry Styles), and sustainability that wasn’t performative. This is, after all, a festival that opened with a 100% battery-powered day designed by Massive Attack, who brought out Elizabeth Fraser, Yasiin Bey, and Horace Andy like it was a casual Tuesday. When a festival starts with that much taste, you stay until the end. Each day was programmed entirely by the headliner, a format that gave rise to beautifully chaotic bills that felt more like a playlist than a lineup. On Saturday, Charli XCX presented Party Girl , a hyperpop fever dream starring Gesaffelstein, 070 Shake, and A. G. Cook. There was a surprise appearance by Amelia Dimoldenberg, who led the ‘Apple’ dance (if you know, you know), and a few rumoured cameos in the crowd—namely Harris Dickinson and Paul Mescal, whose mere presence somehow made the VIP section look even more exclusive. Friday brought Outbreak Fest to London for the first time, led by Turnstile, who delivered a headline set so kinetic it might’ve shifted tectonic plates beneath Hackney. And if you needed a moment to recover, Jamie xx’s day offered just the right kind of euphoria, with B2B sets from Skrillex, Shy FX, Nia Archives, and a surprise The xx reunion. Did Harry Styles dance in the crowd? Yes. Was he wearing something sheer and fabulous? Of course. But LIDO also had its softer moments. Sunday opened with spoken-word meets lo-fi groove from Dan Whitlam, followed by the Wasia Project (aka Will Gao and Olivia Hardy), whose dream-pop-meets-classical vibe is perfect for anyone who once studied piano but now prefers synths and feelings. Clementine Douglas played a new track called ‘Tokyo’ that basically begs for a club remix, and The White Gates Band brought Essex rock realness to a third stage affectionately dubbed “The Club.” The fashion? Think gauzy trousers, archival Jean Paul Gaultier, and the kind of deconstructed tanks only achievable if your full-time job is being very online . Celeste arrived in front of a swaying crowd for her main stage set and proved that she’s not only London’s sonic siren but also the queen of vibey existentialism. ‘Could Be a Machine’ tackled our slow descent into techno-human ambiguity, while unreleased track ‘Only Time Will Tell’ already feels like a future festival classic. And then there was Róisín Murphy. Icon, shape-shifter, technicolour priestess. Emerging in something between a dreamcoat and a fever dream, she opened with Moloko’s ‘Pure Pleasure Seeker’ and didn’t let up until the front row had practically collapsed into her outstretched arm bearing long-stem roses. If there was a religion that revolved around Róisín Murphy, LIDO just became its first cathedral. Meanwhile, Pip Millett offered the kind of set that makes you want to quit your job and start journaling again. Her take on ‘Try a Little Tenderness’ was soft and honest, and she reminded the crowd—many of whom were probably hearing live R&B for the first time since 2020—that connection is still possible through a mic and a bit of good reverb. There was even space for nostalgia. Maverick Sabre performed ‘Can’t Be Wrong’ stripped-back with just vocals and guitar, before slipping back into full-band soul mode. “This year marks my 20th year doing shows,” he told the crowd. A few people gasped audibly. Some of them weren’t born yet. Underpinning the whole operation was LIDO’s crisp ML3A sound system from Martin Audio, which deserves its own headliner slot. It delivered the kind of detail that lets you hear the sharp intake of breath before a lyric or the subtle rise in synth you’d otherwise miss on a Bluetooth speaker. Tech heads were whispering the name Robb Allan (the engineer behind it all) like it was a luxury password. More than a music festival, LIDO was an expression of taste—of who’s next , who’s still iconic , and who can make you feel something in a field of strangers. A festival curated by artists, not marketers. One that took sustainability seriously but never sanctimoniously. And above all, one that let London be cool in a way that wasn’t try-hard, just honest. The bar for music festivals has been raised, and it’s wearing tinted sunglasses, sipping iced matcha, and humming ‘Strong’ as the sun sets over Victoria Park.

Let’s start with the facts. A custom-built Porsche 911 Targa—glossed in period-correct Metallic Nachtblau and finished with brushed aluminium details—has just been unveiled at Hotel Byblos in Saint-Tropez. It costs precisely €370,067. The number is not arbitrary. “67” nods to the year Hotel Byblos opened its famously pastel-hued doors to the jet set, which then included Brigitte Bardot, Mick Jagger, and anyone who could credibly wear white flares with a tan. It is called the Byblos B00 (pronounced “boo,” in case you’re wondering), and like most things in Saint-Tropez, it’s as much about a feeling as it is a thing. Created in collaboration with Hedonic Machines, a boutique French atelier best known for its bespoke restorations of classic vehicles, the B00 isn’t just a car. It’s an homage to a very specific kind of 1970s excess—the good kind. The kind with disco. And chiffon. And that curious ability to appear both totally undone and utterly composed, even while peeling down a coastal road with a Gitanes between your fingers. Hotel Byblos, for the unfamiliar (read: anyone who has never flipped through a Slim Aarons coffee table book), is something of a Mediterranean icon. Tucked into the heart of Saint-Tropez, it has long been a playground for rock stars, fashion royalty, and actual royalty looking to disappear under the Provençal sun. The hotel itself has long dabbled in the art of icon-making. Its nightclub, Les Caves du Roy, is still the kind of place where you might overhear a billionaire ask a model if she’d like to see his boat, and where the DJ probably has better jewellery than you do. So, it makes a certain kind of sense that Byblos would collaborate with Hedonic Machines on a custom Porsche. And not just any Porsche—a Targa, one of the more photogenic models of the early ’70s, known for its distinctive roll bar, removable roof, and the kind of rakish profile that begs to be valet parked next to a martini. But let’s talk details. The B00 stays true to its roots. From the elongated bonnet to the upright windscreen and brushed steel roll cage, the car retains the essential DNA of the original 911 Targa. Its bodywork has been painstakingly reimagined by Hedonic’s artisans, with special touches like a backlit Targa roll bar and hand-engraved aluminium panels. Inside, it’s all beige full-grain leather and polished restraint—if your idea of restraint involves digitally re-skinned dials in Byblos blue and subtle nods to Saint-Tropez’s most glamorous decade. The analogue instrument panel has been replaced with a bespoke digital system that merges retro flair with millennial legibility. You can feel the Hedonic ethos at work here: a reverence for mechanical heritage with a clear refusal to be stuck in the past. The engine has been rebuilt and converted to fuel injection, so you get all the purr and torque of the original with none of the temperamental mood swings. Even the sound system—a nod to Les Caves du Roy—is discreetly built in. Because if you’re going to drive through Ramatuelle at dusk with Sade on the speakers and your scarf in the wind, you might as well do it properly. According to Antoine Chevanne, the third-generation owner of Floirat Signatures (which operates Byblos), the car is “a marvellous addition to its new Owner’s collection this summer.” Capital O included. One assumes said Owner will also be summering in Saint-Tropez, where the B00 will be on display starting June 21. And while €370,067 may seem excessive for a vintage-meets-futurist weekend cruiser, let’s be honest: for the Byblos guest who travels with their own staff and only wears vintage Cartier when diving into the pool, it’s practically reasonable. The B00 is more than just a car. It’s a statement. One that says, “I remember when luxury was playful. When glamour had grit. And when the only algorithm that mattered was the one that got you into the VIP room at Les Caves.” In other words, it’s Saint-Tropez distilled.

The Charles Hotel in Munich has always been that sort of place — discreetly opulent, confidently five-star, and, like a well-cut Max Mara coat, quietly elegant in every season. But this summer, the Rocco Forte property has unveiled a bold new look, one that trades buttoned-up classicism for a more botanical, design-forward glamour. A Lobby That Says, “Yes, You’ve Arrived” The newly redesigned lobby makes a first impression in the way that only truly great hotels can — dramatically, but never shouty. There’s a grand floral display on a central table, sculptures that nod to classicism without veering into cliché, and curved plasterwork by French artist François Mascarello that’s more gallery wall than hotel wall. It’s elegant, it’s surprising, and it’s exactly the kind of space you’d expect to check into while carrying Loewe. Florio Restaurant & Bar: A Greenhouse, but Make It Chic The updated Florio Restaurant & Bar, named for Italy’s famously decadent 19th-century industrialist family, feels like it was designed for the Instagram age — though thankfully, not just for it. Italian culinary icon and Rocco Forte’s Creative Director of Food, Fulvio Pierangelini, has crafted a menu inspired by the nearby Old Botanical Garden. Think: moss-green linen wallpaper, silvery olive trees, and prints of flora that are more Fornasetti than farmer’s market. The newly launched Florio Bar continues the theme with rainforest-green marble and strelitzias so tall they practically deserve their own suite. Drinks are very much in the Italian aperitivo tradition — expect Campari, but elevated — and the setting is perfect for mid-afternoon Negronis or post-opera gossip. There’s also a Private Dining Room, which by day hosts breakfast beneath floral murals and by night transforms into the kind of space where you might accidentally share too much over Chianti. And outside, a 200-square-metre terrace beckons with wrought-iron furniture, oversized parasols, and those elusive balmy Munich evenings. The vibe is curated garden party, but the lighting (thank you, Haberdashery) is pure jewellery box — 258 porcelain leaves, some glazed in actual precious metals, hanging from near-invisible threads. The Circle Bar: Because Not Everything Should Be a Square And then there’s Circle Bar, whose name is a nod to the room’s shape — and, in a slightly more conceptual twist, to a red steel ring sculpture by Italian artist Mauro Staccioli that sits in front of the hotel. If Florio is where you go to see and be seen, Circle is where you go when you want to be lightly seen — over champagne, patisserie, and polite murmurs about the current state of European art collecting. Why It Matters Luxury hotels relaunch all the time. But The Charles’ new look feels different — not just another facelift, but a point-of-view shift. It’s rare that a hotel refresh manages to be both aesthetically relevant and emotionally resonant. This one does both, managing to capture something we don’t talk about enough in luxury: joy. It’s colourful, it’s confident, and yes, it smells faintly of jasmine. With this renovation, The Charles has positioned itself not just as one of Munich’s most luxurious hotels, but one of its most fashionable. And in a city that’s not always known for taking risks in design, that’s no small feat. Dining & Drinking at The Charles Hotel: Florio Restaurant Open daily Lunch: 12:00–14:30 Dinner: 18:00–22:30 (kitchen closes at 22:00) Florio Bar Sunday–Thursday: 12:00–00:00 Friday–Saturday: 12:00–01:00 Terrace (weather permitting): 12:00–23:00 Circle Bar (Lobby) Daily: 10:30–20:00