A casual chat the other day got me thinking; classic cars are quickly replacing fine art as the appreciating asset du jour among the well heeled. So most classic cars are now out of reach of your garden variety car guy. Called ‘investments’, these garage queens are destined for a life in a temperature regulated
Uno De Waal is an online publisher and entrepreneur from Joburg. Other than a motorcycle, this 1976 Valiant 100 serves as his daily drive. We arrived early at 44 Stanley in Milpark, and went
Photographer and director Ross Garrett has many interests, most of which remind us of simpler times; fly fishing, Vespas, Land Rovers, vintage bicycles and beer. Known for creating elegant and perfectly crafted imagery, Ross
Most of us are back at the grindstone by now, easing into the year ahead. But while our bodies are at our desks, our minds are elsewhere—like bumbling along a dirt track somewhere magical.
I made one of the greatest discoveries of my life while in Hamburg, Germany recently. I am regularly in the city for work—and lived there from 2007 to 2010—but had somehow never found out
The watercolours that flow from Claudia Liebenberg’s exceptionally talented brush are engaging, emotive and honest. Just like the South African-born artist herself. There’s an authenticity to Liebenberg’s zeal; she’s loved vehicles since childhood, thanks
1970s Britain was the birthplace of a few memorable beauties: Rachel Weisz, Thandie Newton, Kate Winslet… and this 1974 Jensen Interceptor Series III. A rare sight on South African roads, this particular car features
In the world of leather apparel, the motorcycle jacket is king. A good leather moto jacket will protect you on the bike, while becoming a staple of your casual wardrobe. But making a jacket protective
Rui Esteves is an entrepreneur and the co-founder of AND UNION—an international craft brewing company. Rui’s daily drive—a 1970 Porsche 911T—reflects the artisanal nature of his business. Small batch Bavarian beer and precise german
‘Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.’ This slogan greets me in glowing neon as I ascend the stairs to Outrage of Modesty, after a day
The back end breaks loose halfway through an off-camber turn, as I prod the accelerator too harshly. Easing off the gas, the machine pulls straight—a big grin on my face and my heart pounding