Journeys Near and Far Far too often we talk about the far-flung and the exotic, but what of the journeys closer to home? The amble down a country lane with a Robin's nest spied in the hedgerow, the walk to the shops for a nice...
Obsessions: 1973 Ferrari Dino 246 GT The lines of the Ferrari Dino GT first appealed to me in slot car form as a child. Since then the "budget" Ferrari named after Enzo's son has grown tremendously in collectability and is now commanding...
Brothers of the Cloth: M.W. We always love it when we have a visitor at our North American outpost. It provides a great opportunity to sit down and have some in depth talks about how our gear is doing out in the world and perhaps more...
Reynard As a child I came across the fox as most do. The pages of Aesops Fables, The Fantastic Mr. Fox, Goethes's Reineke Fuchs, and Reynard the Fox, telling of the trickster, the joker, the cunning and experienced...
Obsessions: Moto Guzzi At this point we are unsure if our Guzzi lust has moved from beyond the realms of mere obsession to something else entirely. Despite the fact that we have been left on windy mountain passes, rain soaked...
From an Olive Grove in Marrakech We often talk about the resonance that we feel in moving through a landscape as we search for our one of a kind goods. We immerse ourselves in the culture of a place to gain a stronger understanding of why...
Traveling & Writing "My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a...
Obsessions: Fleming’s Bond Novels Is there a better beach read than Fleming? It's become a bit of a West Indies habit for us. Chill the Rose´ wade out for a swim, dry off a bit in the sun and find Bond's mysogynistic cruelty come to...
Cortina Our younger selves would cringe if they could see how we have grown to embrace the more refined aspects of mountain culture as we have aged (certainly not matured!). We have always had a thing for...
Fell It's hard to imagine a more idyllic country from the air. That moment of the final descent, as one drops through the clouds, the much lauded patchwork of greens and browns coming into view. A...
Obsessions: Porsche’s Racing History in Posters It should come as no surprise that petrol and style are a heady mix for us here at Imperial Black. On or off the track these amazing machines continue to inspire us over and over. Our growing...
Obsessions: Timepieces We all have a bit of a thing for magnificent timepieces around here. From the simple and timeless of movements to the most elegant and sophisticated of complications we tend to always have...
What Am I Doing Here? "Walking is a virtue, tourism is a deadly sin.” ― Bruce Chatwin, What Am I Doing Here? It's not the worst of things to ask oneself, "What am I doing here?", or perhaps better yet "How the hell did I get...
Worshiping From Afar At some level don't we all want to be worshiped, adored even? One may be loathe to admit it but all of us, even those with the least amount of narcissistic tendencies have a trace amount of the...
A slow roast for a cold night There's the soft thump of snow outside which offers no sign of abating. Lovely large flakes that spiral down joining the rest on the lawn, the shrubbery, and the trees. The grey afternoon feels...
Why? Force 7 Winds On An Atlantic Crossing If you would know the age of the earth, look upon the sea in a storm. The grayness of the whole immense surface, the wind furrows upon the faces of the waves,...
At What Price Pride The question is often asked "who we are?" or "what do we do?". Quite a bit of confusion abounds over how to get hold of one of our shirts, coats, or other splendid things we find along the...
The island of French magicians and a question of returning to the past. The roar of the plane is still with us, the buffeting of wind and air as we leave the sky behind, the tear drops of island chains in the blueness,the massive shining depths beyond the reef,the bumpiness of the...
Greeneland As the moon lay heavy on the thick, lapping banks of the Ben Hai, I walked slowly yet purposefully. The day had brought great promise for the journey that lay ahead, but I thought it prudent to cross...
The long goodbye The wooden ferry lurches forward and a plume of smoke settles over lower town dock. As we pull away we are waving at my mother. The children with their new splashes of freckles and sand flecked hair wave...
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Imperial Black, Lieutenant Twiss & a Darjeeling Hill Station Shimla Matheran Darjeeling smoke and dawn in the foothills of the Himalaya Darjeeling & Kanchenjunga a temple of monkeys A British past Hill stations and the lives...
Continental Drift The pilot seems a good sort. Every now and then I am awakened from my West bound slumber as the intercom sings nasally and he points out various geographic features sliding by below the wing. We are taking...
