Ah, February. The month where winter’s chill meets a faint whisper of spring, and where the social elite retreat to destinations that blend luxury, mystique, and, of course, a hefty dose of exclusivity.
Somewhere in the shadowy corners of London, where private clubs outnumber coffee shops and the wine lists have more pages than novels, whispers abound about him.
There are luxury bags, and then there are Hermès bags—those elusive, status-symbol unicorns that make other accessories feel like mere mortal belongings.
Ah, Monaco. The glittering jewel of the French Riviera. It’s a place where the air smells faintly of sea salt and euros, and the streets are paved not with gold, but with the rubber from million-dollar Pirellis.
Ah, Princess Lalla Salma—Morocco’s real-life queen of cool. Forget the fairytales you’ve read, this princess isn’t just lounging around in castles waiting for a princely knight to come rescue her.