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Equestrians, masters at planning

This industry has so many moving parts. Equestrians have this innate knowledge that you can only learn by living it. Every move, every decision, and every plan revolves around one thing — the horse.

There has always been a special relationship between humans and horses. The passion and love equestrians have for these animals is unmatched, and they predominately have their best interests at heart. But many people in the equestrian industry don’t have someone looking out for them, with the same passion and dedication that they care for their horses.

To fill this void, Greenberg Traurig started its Equine Industry Group in 2020. With the firm’s international platform and diverse practice specialties, Greenberg Traurig is well positioned to serve the business interests of riders, trainers, and owners, and help them plan for a better, and more successful future. Greenberg Traurig’s Equine Industry Group has skilled and dedicated attorneys worldwide to serve the equestrian community.

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The place where we discuss legal and business issues important to all equestrians.

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Serving the interests of riders, trainers, and owners.

Far left: Michael Nicodema with Steve Stephens, Olympic Show-Jumping Course Designer; Left: Michael Nicodema with Michael Stone, President of Wellington International, and Tim Gannon, Chairman of the National Polo Center’s Hospitality

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WELLINGTON QUARTERLY MAGAZINE

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Colleen Guilfoile Richmond

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EXECUTIVE EDITOR

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Christian Zeron, Vivianne Arclair, Lilly Bates, Herold Scrabbers, Christina Poggi, Benson Reid, Margot Richmond, Margaret Luce

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Summer starts early in South Florida. School is out by late May, and the sprinklers are working overtime in the 90-degree heat. We usually head for cooler climates—North Carolina, Aspen, the Vail Valley, Nantucket, or the Hamptons. We suspect you do too.

As we reflect on the season, our hearts are full of gratitude for an incredible journey through the Winter Equestrian Festival, the U.S. Open Polo Championship, and the Global Dressage Festival. These events brought us weeks of world-class sport and stylish weekends we won’t soon forget. We attended galas, store openings, luncheons, dinners, games, matches, and shows. Our Winter White Polo Brunch was simply spectacular, on and off the field. Working with our sponsors and advertising partners has been a joy, as we continue to attract the best of the best. Our signature covers—both front and back—are now a staple on select tables in homes, offices, yachts, and jets.

In this issue, we examine how major fashion brands compete for top honors each month. A single standout item can drive sales sky-high, while a poorly timed marketing push can lead to a swift downfall. We also indulge in the relaxing luxury of a hot towel shave—a classic grooming ritual making a popular comeback—and get some timely style advice from Mr. Etiquette. He always delivers.

Feeling hungry? We explore both ends of the dining spectrum: the refined elegance of Milos Greek in West Palm Beach and hearty, indulgent sandwiches to wrap your fists around from delis and bakeries in Wellington, Jupiter, and Palm Beach.

Love to fly? After reading about Steve Varsano of The Jet Business—the world’s top private jet broker—you may find yourself ready to go private. His business model and aviation savvy are second to none. Or perhaps

you’d prefer a helicopter ride with our friends at Heliflite—your sky taxi to the Hamptons or from the polo fields to South Beach.

Summer is also a busy time for show jumping. The top equestrians never take a break, though at the Hamptons Classic, the skills in the ring are not the ‘mane’ event. We take it from someone who has been there from the barn to the show ring and inside the VIP tent. He has seen it all and tells us all about it.

Unfortunately, polo—“The Sport of Kings”—fell off the horse in the Harry and Meghan-produced Netflix docuseries flop. We report on it with all due respect to the sport, while trying to overlook the reality TV-style presentation of it all: poor language included. Then, with help from luxury publisher Assouline, we celebrate la dolce vita at Hotel Passalacqua on the shores of Lake Como. It is dreamy in every way.

This summer, we’re living luxuriously in buttery tones and cool linens, sipping a French 75 or an elevated Chrome Horse Spritz, then we get mobbed up as we try on Piaget’s re-release of a bold, gold classic seen in the late ‘70s and with an equestrian name.

Our auto feature returns, spotlighting Vigilante and their stunning recreations of America’s favorite 4x4s that will deliver you to the dunes or the fields in jaw dropping retro style. Ladies, if you’re hitting the links from the reds, a high score won’t matter if you tee off in style with the latest golf and activewear line from Greyson. We also dive into the latest bio hacks for the brain in our quest to stay young, before it’s too late, so pay attention!

Finally, we pack the perfect carry-ons, toss in a beach read, and admire a stunning home design and watch the temperatures rise. So hats off to a memorable first half of 2025! Now let’s all slide into summer in quintessential style.

As always, Va Bene!

Joseph Pietrafesa

JOSEPH PIETRAFESA Executive Editor

GUILTY PLEASURES

IT’S FRENCH 75 VS. HUGO SPRITZ

(We’ll Take Both.)

Let’s set the scene: golden hour is stretching across the patio, citrus is being sliced just so, and the bubbles are chilled to perfection.

It’s cocktail hour in the most stylish sense. And this season, two European classics are dueling for the spotlight — the sophisticated sparkle of a French 75, and the effortless charm of a Hugo Spritz.

But let’s not pick favorites — in the spirit of indulgence, we say "yes, and."

Whether you’re hosting a Sunday brunch or an al fresco soirée, these signature sips strike just the right note between celebratory and refreshing. Here’s how to shake (and stir) things up.

THE FRENCH 75

Elegant. Crisp. Timeless.

This sparkling cocktail was born in the 1920s — a Prohibition-era beauty named after the powerful French 75mm field gun. Bold and bubbly, it balances botanical gin, bright citrus, and champagne in a way that feels undeniably chic.

Ingredients:

• 2 oz gin

• ¾ oz freshly squeezed lemon juice

• ¾ oz simple syrup (1:1 sugar and water)

• Chilled champagne

• Lemon twist, for garnish

WQ TIP:

Upgrade with elderflower liqueur for a floral twist, or swap in a high-quality dry Prosecco for a more relaxed feel.

Suggested Glassware:

• Coupe glass (for that Gatsby feel) or a slender champagne flute.

Perfect Pairing Bites:

• Mini lobster rolls with lemon aioli

• Blinis with crème fraîche and caviar

• Goat cheese tartlets with thyme and honey

• Candied citrus peels or lemon shortbread for a sweet finish

Instructions:

1. In a shaker filled with ice, combine gin, lemon juice, and simple syrup.

2. Shake until well chilled, then strain into a flute or coupe.

3. Top with champagne and garnish with a twist of lemon.

4. Sip with pinkies up.

STYLING NOTES:

Silver trays, crisp linen napkins, and a twist of lemon or a fresh sprig of lavender for garnish. Play Edith Piaf in the background and let the French fantasy unfold.

THE HUGO SPRITZ

Light. Herbal. Day-party approved.

Originally from Northern Italy and now a summer staple across Europe, the Hugo Spritz is what you'd serve if a garden party met an Aperol-less spritz. Elderflower, mint, and lime dance together in this effervescent, low-ABV libation.

Ingredients:

• 1 oz elderflower liqueur (like St-Germain)

• 4–5 fresh mint leaves

• 2–3 thin slices of lime

• 3 oz prosecco

• 1 oz soda water

• Ice Instructions:

WQ TIP:

For a lighter version, use sparkling water in place of soda water for more fizz without added sweetness.

Suggested Glassware:

• Oversized stemmed wine glass or a large goblet.

Perfect Pairing Bites:

• Prosciutto-wrapped melon

• Herbed ricotta crostini with mint

• Burrata with peaches and basil

• Lemon olive oil cake or almond biscotti

1. In a wine glass, gently muddle mint and lime slices.

2. Add ice and pour in elderflower liqueur.

3. Top with prosecco and a splash of soda water.

4. Stir gently, garnish with more mint and a lime wheel.

5. Best enjoyed under string lights and laughter.

STYLING NOTES:

Use hand-tied bundles of fresh mint and edible flowers (like pansies or violets) as garnish or table accents. Think garden party meets Amalfi — breezy linens, dappled sunlight, and chilled vibes.

FINAL VERDICT?

Both cocktails deliver in different ways:

• French 75 brings the drama — a cocktail that dresses up any occasion.

• Hugo Spritz is the ultimate laid-back luxury — casual but never common.

So why choose? Set the bar with both and let your guests pick their favorite European escape in a glass. Cheers to beautiful evenings, sparkling company, and the simple joy of a well-made cocktail. Santé and Cin Cin!

BAR CART PICKS: BEST BOTTLES TO ELEVATE YOUR POUR

FOR THE FRENCH 75:

Clean. Botanical. Balanced.

The French 75 is only as good as the gin at its base. These picks bring clarity, citrus, and just the right touch of herbaceous elegance.

1. Monkey 47 Schwarzwald Dry Gin

A luxe German gin with 47 botanicals — bold, floral, and exceptional with lemon and bubbles.

2. Sipsmith London Dry

Classic, crisp, and impeccably smooth. A true London dry that plays beautifully with champagne.

3. St. George Botanivore

California-born with bright juniper and a garden of fresh herbs — a modern twist for the adventurous pourer.

4. Hendrick’s Gin

Delicately infused with rose and cucumber, this gin adds a whimsical floral note to the cocktail. Subtle and chic.

FOR THE HUGO SPRITZ:

Sweet. Floral. Delicate.

The soul of a Hugo Spritz lies in its elderflower liqueur. Here’s what to stock for that signature alpine aroma.

1. St-Germain

The gold standard. Made in France from fresh elderflower blossoms, it’s aromatic, balanced, and slightly citrusy.

2. Fiorente Elderflower Liqueur

Italian-made and slightly drier than St-Germain — a more herbal profile that still hits those fresh floral notes.

3. The Bitter Truth Elderflower Liqueur

Crafted in Germany with a robust elderflower aroma, a great option if you like a bit more depth and complexity.

WQ Insider Tip: Keep your liqueurs chilled for a cleaner finish — especially when topping with sparkling wine.

SIP HAPPENS:

THE WATERMELON SPRITZ YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU NEEDED

A refreshing symphony of fresh watermelon and mint, elevated by the crisp finish of sparkling wine. This sophisticated spritz offers a perfect balance of fresh fruit and effervescence that creates an exceptional warm-weather cocktail.

INGREDIENTS

• 1 ½ oz Chrome Horse Society Blanco Tequila

• ¾ oz lemon juice

• ½ oz simple syrup (option to use honey syrup if desired)

• 3–4 cubes of watermelon

• 3–4 pieces of mint

• 3 oz sparkling wine

Garnish: Mint

Glass: Wine glass

Ice: Rocks

METHOD

Lightly muddle watermelon and mint in a shaker tin. Add in Chrome Horse Society Tequila, lemon juice, and simple syrup. Shake with ice. Strain into a wine glass filled with fresh ice and top with sparkling wine. Garnish with mint sprigs.

THERE IS ONLY ONE JEEP

If the saying is true, then we think this is it!

Images provided by vigilante4x4.

Out of a spit-clean Texas workshop, Rachel and Daniel van Doveren, a husband-andwife team, work tirelessly on projects that have transformed their lives into the finest Jeep Restoration house in the world.

Vigilante Jeep started with Daniel’s passion for the brand’s iconic models, which were produced between 1963 and 1991 and include the Grand Wagoneer, Cherokee SJ, J-Truck, and powerful Gladiator.

Approaching each project with a painstaking obsession,

it may take the Austin-based team between 24-30 months to complete a total restoration from complete gut teardown to over 600 miles of test driving to make sure a client’s delivered model is perfect.

The most notable part of any Vigilante restoration is under the hood. Here, the team has opted for a crate HEMI Hellcat V-8 engine with fully engineered wiring.

Vigilante can up the ante to pump out 815 horsepower to an immaculately restored body, making it arguably one of the most powerful 4-wheel drives ever produced.

At Vigilante, Rachel and Danial look at their work as a philosophy. The process of restoration and upgrades for a client is immersive and sometimes even emotional. Clients recall the first time they ever drove in their parents’ same model, or how a Jeep may have been the ‘extra’ car the family kept at the barn or farm. These stories are important chapters in the buildout for Vigilante. Rachel and Daniel listen carefully and work through every detail of the car with the buyer, providing them with truly a 1-off upon delivery.

Bespoke options include sheepskin carpeting, finely quilted leathers, modern dashboard amenities that are hidden under the classic Jeep dash with the help of AI and 3D printing, Baer brakes, and Fox Racing components for track-like control. The slick chrome plating is reimagined the way it should be, to perfection. One throwback that’s unchanged

but still ever so important: the classic faux-wood paneling on the outside. It’s what makes a Jeep.

This 1963 Super Waggoneer recreation is arguably the first luxury SUV that featured power steering, automatic transmission, and a powerful V-8. Vigilante has brought this classic to new heights with every polished screw, supple leather curve and a classically designed dash.

Owning a Vigilante is the missing link between American off-road soul and European design rigor. A piece of craft that feels equally at home in a Napa vineyard, a Telluride chalet, or a Fifth Ave garage. We’d love to see it field side at a polo match as well!

With prices starting at $295,000, Vigilante will create truly the only Jeep that matters, from the ground up. www.vigilante4x4.com

HEALTH & WELLNESS

MIND OVER MATTER: Why Brain Biohacking

is the New Status Symbol

Written by Viviane Ashcroft

Move over green juice and Pilates reformers—today’s elite are upgrading a different muscle: the brain. In a world where sharp thinking is the ultimate power move, brain biohacking has become the latest—and most cerebral—status symbol. Whether you’re closing million-dollar deals from a Palm Beach terrace or prepping for the Winter Equestrian Festival, unlocking peak cognitive performance is the new flex. Think of it as mental Botox—with benefits.

Welcome to the era where your brain is your most prized real estate. Here’s how the chic and sharp are giving their gray matter a glow-up.

NEUROFEEDBACK: YOUR BRAIN’S PERSONAL TRAINER IN A LAB COAT

Neurofeedback is the equivalent of Pilates for your prefrontal cortex. It uses real-time displays of brain activity (via EEG sensors) to help train your mind to self-regulate—yes, like a brain whisperer. Want to sharpen your focus, regulate your emotions, or finally get a good night’s sleep without counting alpacas? Neurofeedback may be your ticket.

Dr. Andrew Hill of Peak Brain Institute calls it “a form of biofeedback that teaches self-regulation of brain function.” Translation? You can literally train your brain to stop spiraling during rush hour on Southern Blvd or overthinking that text you sent last night.

Elite athletes, CEOs, and even high-achieving teens are flocking to neurofeedback clinics faster than you can say “optimized alpha waves.”

NOOTROPICS: BECAUSE COFFEE IS SO LAST SEASON

Also known (adorably) as “smart drugs,” nootropics are the supplements of choice for those who want to upgrade their memory, creativity, and motivation without switching careers or meditating in a yurt.

Pioneering biohacker and Bulletproof Coffee mogul Dave Asprey swears by a curated cocktail of cognitive enhancers. Popular options include caffeine and L-theanine (for energy without the crash), Lion’s Mane mushroom (for memory), and racetams (for advanced users only, darling).

But here’s the catch—nootropic use isn’t a one-size-fits-all situation. Think of it like fine wine or couture tailoring: it’s all about personalization. Start slow, consult a professional, and skip the sketchy capsules from the back of the internet.

MEDITATION TECH: ZEN WITH A SIDE OF SILICON VALLEY

For those who don’t have time to sit cross-legged on a cliff in Bhutan, meditation apps are the new spiritual concierge. Headspace, Calm, Insight Timer—these digital gurus offer everything from bedtime

stories to breathwork, all designed to reduce stress and keep your frontal lobe fabulous.

And yes, even the busiest polo moms and hedge fund dads are taking ten to digitally decompress between meetings and matches.

Daily mindfulness is no longer a luxury—it’s practically a requirement. (Besides, it pairs perfectly with a CBD latte and a rooftop view.)

THE BIOHACKED BRAIN: STATUS, STRATEGY, AND A DASH OF SCIENCE

Biohacking isn’t just about being smarter—it’s about being sharper, calmer, faster, and more in control. It’s mental refinement for a world that never slows down.

But before you hook up to EEG monitors or pop nootropic stacks like Tic Tacs, remember: responsible biohacking is the real luxury.

Customization is key. Your brain is not a blender—it’s a Bentley. Treat it accordingly.

As neuroscience and wellness tech continue to intersect, the future of cognitive enhancement looks brighter—and brainier—than ever.

TOP 5 BIOHACKS OF THE RICH AND BRILLIANT

Because enlightenment pairs best with espresso and equity.

1. Neurofeedback Therapy

The ultimate brain tune-up.

Used by Wall Street execs and Olympic athletes alike, this EEG-based technique helps you train your brain to focus, relax, and perform on command. Like Peloton, but for your neurons.

2. Nootropic Stacking

Better living through chemistry (responsibly).

A personalized stack of smart supplements (think L-theanine + caffeine or Lion’s Mane mushroom) to boost cognition without the jitters. Designer drugs?

Not quite. But close.

3. Red Light Therapy Helmets

Glowing scalp, glowing mind.

Yes, the fashion-forward are literally wearing helmets that bathe their brain in infrared light to boost cellular energy and mental clarity. Spa day meets sci-fi.

4. Meditation Apps with Wearables

Namaste, quantified.

Pair Calm or Headspace with a Muse headband or Oura ring to track your Zen like your steps. Because in this town, your resting heart rate is a flex.

5. Cold Plunges & Breathwork

Chill to thrive.

Whether it’s a cryotherapy chamber or a luxury cold plunge on your terrace, the buzzword is “resilience.”

Add some Wim Hof-style breathwork and suddenly you’re not just surviving season—you’re dominating it.

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BLADE RUNNER The Steamy Comeback of the Hot Towel Shave

In the 1990s, men began abandoning traditional barbershops — the kind where clippers buzzed and razors flashed — in favor of hair stylists. Suddenly, a man’s haircut was pushing $50, and the only flourish was a quick dusting of powder on the neck as you walked out the door.

Yet as the modern man embraced “manscaping” (yes, we know what that means), he also rediscovered a timeless ritual: the hot towel shave.

This deliberate, indulgent process places you at the mercy of a skilled barber, who approaches your face with the precision of a surgeon, a gleaming straight razor in hand, while you surrender to the enveloping warmth of a damp towel cocooning your face and eyes. Ready?

Today, the men’s grooming industry in the United States nears $46 billion, encompassing everything from foams, creams, and gels to an endless array of pre-shave oils, aftershave balms, and colognes — not to mention an overwhelming assortment of razors, blades, cartridges, and vibrating gadgets. And yet, for all of it, few products truly deliver the perfect shave.

Enter the revival of the hot towel straight razor experience — a ceremony of relaxation, precision, and trust. It’s a ritual that can take up to 40 minutes but leaves you feeling impeccably groomed and undeniably pampered.

The ritual begins with the barber assembling their tools: rich creams, fine brushes, traditional soaps, and, of course, piping-hot towels.

The first steamy towel, wrapped around the face and neck, immediately softens the beard and opens the pores, preparing the

skin for what’s to come. It’s a moment of pure relaxation, the kind you didn’t know you needed until it happens.

For an added touch, many barbers incorporate a nourishing preshave oil, enhancing the glide of the blade and helping to minimize any potential irritation.

After 8 to 10 minutes, the towel is removed. A horsehair brush whips a dense lather from a fine soap or cream, applied in short, firm strokes to further soften the hair and lift it from the skin.

Then comes the artistry: gripping the straight razor between thumb and fingers, the barber makes short, deft strokes — no more than half an inch at a time — following the natural grain of the hair. Skilled shavers account for every swirl and change of direction, adjusting as they move across the jawline, cheeks, and neck.

The sensation is both invigorating and soothing. As the blade glides and the pores drink in the rich lather, the face begins to glow.

Following a rinse and light touch-ups, a second hot towel is applied for deep relaxation, finished with a cooling splash of moisturizing aftershave to hydrate and refresh the newly shaven skin.

Everglades Barber Shop, with locations in Palm Beach and Loxahatchee offers this traditional luxury. A representative shares, “Everyone who tries it is blown away by the experience. It’s not something most people plan for — until they see it happening and immediately say, ‘I want that!’”

Not necessarily an everyday indulgence, the hot towel shave is the perfect treat for special occasions, spa days, or simply a well-earned moment of personal luxury.

Because sometimes, a little ritual is exactly what a man needs.

Harrold Scrabbers frequently writes for WQ Magazine and for lifestyle publications across the UK and Italy. Hot towel shaves are a pleasure he enjoys regularly before an evening at La Scala. His favorite cream is Bergamot/leather by True Romance.

CELLULAR HEALING, ELEVATED

Regenerative therapies, stem cells, and the Florida bill changing the game in medicine

By Margaret Luce

I’ve always been a track and field girl at heart. There’s just something about hitting the pavement — the rhythm, the breath, the quiet fire of it all — that is comforting to me. But as expected, running on hard surfaces caught up with me. Well, more specifically, my right knee. I started to research medical options. The more common paths for an injured meniscus were not right for me. I’ve always been drawn to innovation in wellness — to what’s next, not just what’s traditional. That’s when I leaned into regenerative medicine and how I met Dr. Neel Amin.

Dr. Amin is the founder of The Advanced Relief Institute in South Florida, a network of pain management and regenerative medicine clinics. He’s not just brilliant — he’s deeply collaborative and curious. Through our conversations, I learned about regenerative therapies — treatments designed not to mask symptoms, but to support healing — and Platinum Biologics, a leader in the field based in Orlando.

“I’ve been working with regenerative biologics for over seven years, and I can confidently say we’re in a really exciting time,” says Dr. Amin, whose office has grown to 11 providers operating five locations (Plantation, Fort Lauderdale, Cypress Creek, Aventura, Boca Raton and West Palm Beach). “These aren’t your average treatments. We’re talking about cutting-edge cellular therapies that help the body do what it’s meant to do: repair and restore itself.”

As of July 2025, Florida is officially supporting this work in a big way. Governor Ron DeSantis is signing a bill that passed through both the House and Senate, allowing physicians to use regenerative products like Wharton’s Jelly, exosomes, and stem cells without the legal gray areas that have made people hesitant in the past.

“These products aren’t FDA-approved yet — they’re still being studied — but we can now offer them to patients confidently and ethically,” says Dr. Amin.

“In my practice, we partner with Platinum Biologics, a company I deeply respect for their commitment to integrity, science, and safety. Their products are ethically sourced and rigorously tested — exactly the kind of quality we look for in regenerative care.”

Platinum Biologics offers products derived from ethically donated umbilical cord tissue — including Wharton’s Jelly, exosomes, and mesenchymal stem cells, designed to support the body’s natural repair processes at the cellular level. These innovative treatments provide an alternative to unnecessary surgeries and opioid use, addressing a wide range of conditions such as arthritis, rotator cuff injuries, ligament tears, and spinal issues, as well as aesthetic concerns and overall wellness. “Our goal is simple,” Dr. Amin said. “Avoid unnecessary opiates. Avoid unnecessary surgeries. Keep people moving, and feeling good, without taking away their quality of life.” If surgery does eventually become necessary for a patient, the area treated with regenerative biologics recovers faster, sometimes by months, according to Dr. Amin. And all of that is only the beginning.

“We’re also doing wellness-focused treatments — think time-released injections that help your body repair from the inside out,” adds Dr. Amin. “Exosomes are especially interesting because they’re so tiny, they can cross the blood-brain barrier. There’s ongoing research about their role in memory support and neurodegenerative conditions, and what we’re seeing is promising.”

So when it was time for me to decide how to deal with my knee, I, of course, opted for the next generation of medicine.

My procedure was quick and surprisingly gentle. The biologic was thawed and injected near the injured area — no anesthesia, no downtime. What amazed me most is how these cells know exactly where to go. They respond to inflammation and signaling from the body, and they do their work quietly and powerfully from the inside out.

Regenerative medicine may still sound futuristic, but my knee and I are living proof that it works. And while I won’t be running marathons tomorrow, I’m running again without pain — and without surgery, steroids, or any of the usual suspects. If you ask me, that’s worth every step.

JASON M. CUÉLLAR M.D., PH.D.

Board-certified spinal surgeon

Leading the field of artificial disc replacement surgery — a world expert in the treatment of neck and back pain without fusion. A spine in motion should stay in motion!

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ROYALE YOUTH

WATERY OIL SERUM:

BOBBI BROWN VITAMIN ENRICHED FACE BASE MOISTURIZER &

PRIMER: Fake a full night’s sleep and a facial—this hydrating primer leaves skin plump, smooth, and ready to glow. Perfect prep for your undercover glam. www.bobbibrowncosmetics.com

NAILING THE NO-MAKEUP MAKEUP LOOK

Because “effortless beauty” usually takes at least a little effort (and these are your secret weapons).

CLARINS LIP

PERFECTOR 2-IN-1

LIP AND CHEEK

BALM: The ultimate multitasker. Hydrates, highlights, and leaves your lips and cheeks looking plump and radiant. www.clarinsusa.com

By Margot Richmond

Liquid gold (literally). Powered by 3 black bee honeys, this serum makes your skin look like it just got back from a luxury spa. www.guerlain.com/us

MERIT THE MINIMALIST: Why carry two products when one genius stick covers both foundation and concealer? Swipe, blend, done.

www.meritbeauty.com

photo: @lenshop_gr

HOURGLASS COSMETICS VEIL

HYDRATING SKIN TINT:

Like a real-life filter. This lightweight tint lets your natural skin shine through with a dewy, healthy glow. Effortlessly gorgeous. www.hourglasscosmetics.com

DIOR CONTOUR LIP LINER:

Subtle but game-changing. This liner defines your lips so perfectly, no one will know your secret.

Shade: Nude Touch. www.dior.com

ILIA LIP AND CHEEK TINT IN NEUTRAL ROSE:

Minimal effort, maximum payoff. Swipe on lips and cheeks for that perfect I'm-just-naturally-this-fresh flush

www.iliabeauty.com

HOURGLASS COSMETICS AMBIENT LIGHTING BRONZER IN DIFFUSED BRONZE

LIGHT: For that “just spent the weekend in the South of France” glow. Sheer, natural, and impossibly flattering. www.hourglasscosmetics.com

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SMOOTH AS BUTTER

By Margot Richmond

Who knew butter could be a mood?

From sculptural heels to silky showstoppers, this edit proves yellow is anything but mellow.

SELF

PORTRAIT

YELLOW SATIN LACE

MAXI DRESS

Crafted to captivate, this fabulous maxi dress is framed by delicate spaghetti straps and elevated with bold, romantic lace trims that whisper vintage decadence.

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MESHKI YVETTE SLIP

MAXI DRESS BUTTER

Yvette is less about making a statement, and more about becoming one. A refined take on the classic slip maxi, this dress embraces asymmetry with elegance.

www.meshki.us

CHANEL SMALL FLAP BAG

Delicate yet distinctive, the Chanel Flap Bag in butter yellow is a fresh take on an enduring icon. The signature quilted design, interlocking CC clasp, and gold-tone hardware remain timeless, while the color adds a modern twist.

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DAVID WEBB ZEBRA 18-KARAT

GOLD BRACELET

Wildly iconic, the David Webb Zebra Bracelet proves that true style never goes out of fashion. First sketched in 1963, this piece is part jungle, part jewel, and all drama—because subtlety is overrated when you can wear a zebra on your wrist.

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JACQUEMUS LES MULES CUBISTO

Jacquemus once again blurs the line between fashion and sculpture. These butter-yellow mules crafted in supple leather perfectly embody the brand’s signature touch of minimalism. www.fwrd.com

MESHKI OLI MINI DRESS

Step into sophistication with the Oli Mini Dress. With a sharp collared neckline and button-front detail, the Oli is a stylish blend of timeless charm.

www.meshki.us

STAUD YELLOW OLLIE BAG

Say hello to your new little ray of sunshine: the Ollie bag by Staud. With a bold, buttery yellow, it’s the kind of accessory that turns a neutral outfit into a conversation starter. www.staud.clothing

PETAR PETROV HEAT WAVE STRIPED SILK-CREPON BLOUSE

Petar Petrov’s Heat Wave blouse is cut from featherweight silk-crepon that fits with effortless ease. Pair it with the matching lemon-hued trousers for a head-to-toe look that whispers “resort-ready,” even if you’re just strutting into brunch.

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PETAR PETROV HEAT WAVE PLEATED SILK-CREPON WIDE LEG PANTS

Peter Petrov’s Heat Wave pants are pleated to perfection; they’re as flattering as they are free-spirited. Pair with the matching blouse for the perfect summer look.

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LINEN LOVE

ROLEX MOP BEACH DAYTONA –THE 1916 COMPANY

The only thing cooler than linen is a rare Rolex. www.the1916company.com

COLORED LINEN SHIRTS – ETON

Turn up the color, not the heat. www.etonshirts.com

Because wrinkled is just another word for relaxed.

By Joseph Pietrafesa

BUCK SUEDE SNEAKERS – NIKE

Dress codes are optional. Cool is required. www.nike.com

LINEN SLIP-ON LOAFERS – J.MCLAUGHLIN

When your shoes are as chill as your shirt. www.jmclaughlin.com

CALFSKIN TRIM TOTE –RALPH LAUREN

Carry style. And maybe your keys. www.ralphlauren.com

H. UPMANN RESERVE CIGARS – HOLTS

Because some wrinkles should be savored slowly. www.holts.com

CLAY LINEN SHIRT JACKET –ETON

Shacket: because decisions are overrated. www.etonshirts.com

LINEN BASEBALL CAP – BRUNELLO CUCCINELLI

Top it off with a touch of Italian nonchalance. www.brunellocucinelli.com

– ZEGNA

Because summer should feel like a breeze, not a boardroom. www.zegna.com

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Tailored to perfection—creases optional. www.piniparma.com

FEATHERWEIGHT LINEN SUIT

LIGHT BLUE LINEN JACKET

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STYLE

OUTLAWS AND THEIR BOULLION

A look into the American love affair with outlaws and their accouterments.

The Piaget Polo

In 1979, Yves Piaget captured the absurdity and opulence of the disco era in a wristwatch so heavy and bright that its appeal might best be described as primal, and they called it THE POLO. Offered in a catalog of round and square models, each with options for both men and women, the Polo was the world’s most unapologetic attempt to juxtapose an almost industrial quantity of precious metal with elegant proportions. And flamboyant characters from all of the world’s great cities and beaches embraced its decadence, and not just the well-educated and traveled, but the nouveau riche and eager to impress. The Polo was flocked to by those with the most to prove, those with opposition to subtlety, and its explosion in culture quickly followed. Still, in time, the popularity of the Polo would wane. The ever-swinging pendulum ushered in a dark age of “smart casual” luxury in the form of steel sports watches that would last decades. But, to the surprise of plenty, these bricks of gold bullion are back. The model has been rereleased in 2024 by its manufacturer for a hard $75,000 and that has sent its vintage market ablaze. It’s yet again cool to be decisively rich, almost comically off-putting. The viral “mob wife” aesthetic that followed HBO’s celebration of the Soprano’s 25th anniversary and left women

everywhere mink and diamond-clad, another stylistic outgrowth of the cultural movement. And if we track the resurgence of the genre, we’ll find that our undying fascination with the Polo in great deal rests in our star-gazed love for those that wore them most famously, and what they represented. And maybe no archetype during its reign in America became as synonymous with the model as the ‘gangster.’ Heck, just this year we see

Sly Stallone sporting a Polo in his new Mob series, Tulsa King. Perfect.

The film and media industries’ obsession from time immemorial with telling the stories of gunslingers has left a spell over the American public, a national taboo love affair with the ‘bad guy’, from the Wild West to the East Village. If left to a popular vote, our Mt. Rushmore could’ve just as easily been home to the finely chiseled busts of Jesse James, Butch Cassidy, Al Capone and Tupac. Not a year after being fingered for the public execution of another gangland leader in front of droves of citizens in midtown Manhattan just before Christmas, John Gotti was immortalized by Andy Warhol on the cover of Time magazine. For the last 15 years, AMC and Showtime have pitted a methamphetamine cook against a serial killer for the title of “Best Fictional American Darling.”

But our affinity for outlaws, while maybe not something we ought to be proud of, does speak to a sensible truth. In their own, often unsavory ways, outlaws inspire us. Fearless of repercussions, they stick it to the taxman and live uninhibited liberty. Bad guys from all walks of life live out a subconscious desire that lives in so many, the law-abiding and mild-mannered not excluded, to be free, to be bold and brazen, to be subservient to none. And, in a world that has a nasty way of beating us down with bills and laws and corporate bureaucracy, our misplaced idolatry might be forgivable.

In our effort to appropriate rebel culture without ourselves becoming enemies of the state, we’ve weaved certain totems into our civilian daydream: beaten biker jackets a la Joey Ramone, Timberland boots like DMX, and, my favorite, the Piaget Polo.

In film and television, crime stories are just as romanticized. In fact, the genre itself has given us some of history’s greatest pieces of

cinema. Director Martin Scorsese is among the brilliant minds that have explored the psyche of the desperado. From Mean Streets and Goodfellas to Casino and The Irishman, Scorsese’s dedication to telling the stories of bandits from Italian, Irish and Jewish backgrounds taking pieces of the world for themselves, before giving it all back in predictably bloody baths, has spanned 50 years. And his hyper-accurate costume design is renowned, from sharp lapels and exotic and colorful neckties to camel coats and thin gold watches, none more recognizable or desirable than Piaget’s Polo.

These cautionary tales are woven into the fabric of Americana, and their accouterments will forever have a magnetism within our fifty great states. So, in that, Piaget, like the voice of John Wayne, the taste of clam chowder, and the vibration of playoff baseball, is a part of us… an unabashedly garish fabric in our national patchwork.

Christian Zeron owns LMFNYC, a multi-faceted marketing firm and Theo & Harris, an online vintage watch site. A prolific writer on Americana, Fashion and Style. He is part Italian.

Images via Piaget

RANKING LUXURY: The Battle of the BRANDS

Luxury is not exclusive to a single brand. It spans the globe, largely controlled by five major companies that own over 50 brands, each vying for sales, prestige and prime real estate. Walk down Via Montenapoleone, Madison Avenue, or even through the Dubai Mall, and the scene remains the same: store after store of the world’s top luxury brands, dripping with high-end merchandise, begging you to shop with enticing window displays, baubles that shine and coordinated outfits you couldn’t imagine wearing as you stand in your bathroom mirror.

So, who are the power players in the industry and how do they stack up?

LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton (Paris-based) is the most diverse luxury conglomerate, with a portfolio spanning fashion, spirits, watches, jewelry, cosmetics, and more. Best known for its flagship Louis Vuitton brand, LVMH also owns Sephora, Bulgari, Tiffany, Dior, TAG Heuer, and Dom Pérignon, among others. Bernard Arnault, the Chairman of the family-controlled company, approaches his investments in measured tones by first dipping his toe in the brand before seizing control and totally remaking it. An interesting little-known fact: LVMH once owned a 17% stake in Hermes (Mon Dieu!) before agreeing to distribute the shares back to the founding family. Wonder what that was about?

Richemont (Swiss-based) is predominantly recognized for its watch and jewelry houses including Cartier, Van Cleef & Arpels, Montblanc and Buccelatti It also owns fashion labels such as Dunhill, Chloé, and sportswear brand Peter Millar. In an odd twist, Richemont is the owner of British gun maker, Purdy. Security is always important.

Kering (Paris-based) has built a multibillion-dollar empire with brands like Gucci, Saint Laurent, Brioni, Pomellato and fragrance power Creed, while also owning little known brands Qeelin (oriental inspired jewelry) and DoDo, who sells luxury charm bracelets. A privately owned company, its CEO is married to actress Selma Hayek. (now there is some marketing power)

Hermès, well…its Hermès, remains in a league of its own. Primarily owned by the Dumas family, the brand has solidified its status through its highly coveted handbags and has expanded into high-end apparel, perfumes, watches, jewelry and home décor. With its roots firmly in the saddle of equestrian beginnings, much of its offerings contain the status of the sports. It is after all, Hermès.

Chanel privately owned like Hermès, thrived under Karl Lagerfeld’s design leadership. It has leveraged its handbag popularity to establish dominance in fashion, fragrance, and accessories pulling in approximately $20B annually, but few know

that Chanel has a stake in watchmaker Bell and Ross and feather and flower purveyor Lemairé.

Billion-dollar annual volume aside, it is many times the influence that a brand has that powers its sales to consumers and measuring that influence now has its own scorecard.

THE LYST INDEX

Ranking the power of these parent companies is challenging, as sales volume does not always equate to influence. Financial reports from The Financial Times, Vogue Business, and The Business of Fashion track quarterly performance, but a new player in fashion analytics, The Lyst Index, provides a fresh perspective on this topic and it does so on a quarterly basis. Lyst goes deep into specifics of a collection or even a single item which can easily sway consumers for or against a purchase. This matters.

Founded in London in 2010, Lyst is a digital platform with over 200 million users, curating eight million

fashion items from more than 27,000 labels. Using this core structure helps Lyst analyze consumer activity. The Lyst Index assesses quarterly brand performance based on popularity, identifying what’s trending and what’s not. Is it a “what’s hot and what’s not” list (?) you could say so and their analysis has started to matter to not only consumers but the brands themselves.

For instance, in Q2 2024, Loewe (pronounced loh-EV-ay) surged to the #1 spot after launching its ‘I Told Ya’ Collection (featured in the Challengers movie), hosting the Loewe Foundation Craft Prize in Tokyo, and supporting ($$$) the Met Gala. Apparently, money can buy you love because that spot was previously held by the famed Italian brand Prada. Conversely, Balenciaga plummeted 10 spots due to poor sales of its City Bag, despite a high-profile campaign featuring Nicole Kidman and Kate Moss. To put it simply, the bag did not sell. Additionally, the brand’s Paris fashion show, Fashion with a Point of View, was widely panned. Perhaps they should have come up with a more confident title?

One notable riser in The Lyst Index is Alaïa, a onceniche Parisian house that saw 109% sales growth over the last 12 months. By opening boutiques in Las Vegas and Orange County, California, Alaïa secured the #7 spot on The Lyst Index, trailing just behind the $1.5 billion powerhouse Bottega Veneta.

THE IMPACT OF MARKETING & CONTROVERSY

A single product launch or marketing campaign can make or break a brand. A prime example is Balenciaga’s 2022 scandal, where an ad campaign featuring children holding teddy bears in bondage-style accessories sparked worldwide outrage. The backlash was severe, causing a steep decline in brand perception. It has taken nearly two years for Balenciaga to rebuild consumer trust and regain market standing. Conversely, Calvin Klein created a jean obsession when he featured cover girl Brooke Shields wrapped in only denim with the tag line, “Nothing comes between me and my Calvin’s” Instant success followed.

THE ROLE OF LUXURY REAL ESTATE

Despite generating over $160 billion in combined annual sales, luxury brands understand that location is everything.

• Louis Vuitton closed its iconic 57th & Fifth Avenue store for a multi-million-dollar ground up renovation (set to take five years), temporarily re-

locating across the street in the 65,000 sqft former Nike store, owned by The Trump Organization, where sales have surged by 35% monthly. That’s quite a rental! They also just recently opened a newly renovated palace of 50,000 sq ft in the Montenapoleone district in Milan which features a partnership with a three-star Michelin restaurant. Bono!

• Hermès recently opened a new two-story ‘Maison’ on Madison Avenue, featuring an expanded home collection and expansive equestrian line of saddles, crops and accessories. You might say its ‘one stop shopping’.

• Dior is set to unveil its Peter Marino-designed 55,000-square-foot flagship on 57th & Madison, reinforcing its dominance as a leading fashion house.

• Cartier is expanding in Palm Beach, moving into a 3,800-square-foot space at the former Flagler Playhouse, a major upgrade from its current 1,000-square-foot boutique.

The luxury market is thriving post-pandemic, continuing the ongoing battle between brand supremacy. Whether shopping in Las Vegas, Beverly Hills, Palm Beach, Manhattan, or Milan, consumers benefit from an evolving landscape where exclusivity, prestige, and accessibility collide, all within walking distance of one another.

Christina Grazia Poggi is an Italian writer living in Como, Italy. She has graciously written for WQ Magazine in the past and spends her weekends finding the ‘hidden gems’ of Italian culture and fashion.

Images via Lyst

LAKESIDE IN LUCERNE

Inspired by the quiet mystique of Lake Lucerne, Greyson Women weaves storytelling, performance technology, and a strong lifestyle vision into the fabric of its Summer 2025 line.

By Katelyn Rutt

This summer, Greyson Clothiers transports wearers to the endless blue skies, snow-capped mountains, and glistening depths of Lake Lucerne. Steeped in dragon lore, the Swiss lakeside town serves as the creative spark behind the brand’s latest launch: 55 versatile pieces designed for the modern woman. The collection reflects Greyson’s ongoing mission to merge style and sport, offering fresh takes on beloved favorites, as well as brand new lifestyle silhouettes—all grounded in a cool-toned palette and four bold prints.

“Our standout Greyson piece is the Magic Dragon Mesh Corset Top,” says Charlie Schaefer, Founder and CEO. “A print that features a dark blue ocean met with subtle ocean monster details in a lighter blue that really ‘pop’ against the ocean. A staple of Greyson’s design that I love is when a fashion piece features a large-scale print unique to the seasonal collection; this Mesh Corset Top is one of the season’s takes on that. We love applying fashion prints to elevated pieces you wouldn’t expect.”

The second summer statement piece is the Ojai Pant, with its wide-leg cut and pleated front. Delivering a luxe, trouser-like feel—with the comfort of built-in stretch, shape retention, and sun protection—the design is a reflection of Greyson’s attention to detail and mission to meet the evolving needs of its customers.

“Every design season starts with a location as a concept,” says Schaefer. “Within that concept, our design team is drawn to the natural colors, and flora & fauna from the environment. That leads to the color palette and key fashion prints, which then get paired with specific seasonal garments and fabrics to make the design decisions that ultimately build a wardrobe. Every fabric is tested and refined through real feedback to ensure it lives up to Greyson’s standards.”

Introduced in 2022 as a key piece of Greyson’s evolution into the family lifestyle space, Greyson Women brings the brand’s signature blend of aspirational sport, wellness, and modern style to a fresh demographic. In just a few short years, the line has seen impressive momentum—earning recognition both on and off the course, and proudly worn by LPGA athletes and ‘Pack Leaders’ Alison Lee and Jessica Korda.

“Expansion into the women’s market has been a focus since Greyson was founded,” says Schaefer. “Our female partnerships are truly unique. Alison just had a baby, and Jessica has a toddler. So when you tell the story of a fierce competitor—someone who trains hard, wears the clothes, and is also a mother—it adds a whole new layer of connection. We actually re-signed Alison’s contract knowing she’d have her child in April, because for us, it’s more about the lifestyle, not just about her professional performance. It’s about real life for us.”

However, the Greyson experience wouldn’t be complete without its retail concept, known as the ‘Greyson Wolf Dens.’ Stepping into one of Greyson’s 10 stores—soon to be 11 with the new Charleston location on King Street—brings the brand to life in an entirely new way. The stores aim to seamlessly blend into the backdrop of their respective cities, from the rustic warmth of Harbor Springs to the quirky charm of New Orleans. “We want every customer to be able to experience our brand in real life, and that goal has always been a focus of our expansion

plan,” says Schaefer. “In each store, we offer seasonal Greyson products, plus limited-edition collaborations with local and national brands. Our Charleston spot will have a members-only section with exclusive bespoke capsules just for that city. We’re now a decade in as a brand, and this is only the beginning. We’re excited to keep growing such an inclusive and passionate community of Greyson fans and ambassadors.”

Explore the collection at www.greysonclothiers.com.

THE GREAT ESCAPE

Chic Carry-Ons & Suitcases Worth

Running Away With

Whether you're bolting for the Amalfi Coast, slipping off to St. Barths, or simply escaping a weekend of obligations, the right luggage is more than just practical— it's a fashion statement, a status symbol, and your co-star in that cinematic airport strut.

From polished aluminum classics to creamy Italian spinners and one unforgettable alligator duffel, we’ve curated a lineup of chic carry-ons and statement suitcases that practically beg to be whisked away. Think of them as your passport to elevated travel—and a reminder that sometimes, running away (in style) is the plan.

WHY IT WORKS: Sleek, sculptural, and built like a luxury sports car, this TUMI carry-on merges innovation with polish. Its streamlined silhouette and metallic finish offer a futuristic feel without sacrificing function. Whether you’re heading from boardroom to boarding gate, it’s the bag that says “executive upgrade” without a word.

WHY IT WORKS: Combining sustainability with style, this carbon-neutral carry-on features a muted olive shell accented with tan vegan leather trims. Its understated elegance makes it a versatile choice for any traveler.

TUMI INTERNATIONAL CARRY-ON IN METALLIC

PARAVEL AVIATOR CARRY-ON IN SAFARI GREEN

AWAY THE LARGE: ALUMINUM EDITION IN ROSE GOLD

WHY IT WORKS: This suitcase combines functionality with flair, featuring a rose gold aluminum shell and 360° spinner wheels. Its interior compression system ensures efficient packing without compromising on style.

STEAMLINE LUGGAGE THE DIPLOMAT CARRY-ON IN CREAM

WHY IT WORKS: This vintageinspired carry-on features a cream exterior with brown leather straps and a whimsical hand-illustrated lining, making it a standout piece for any journey.

BRIC’S BELLAGIO SPINNER SUITCASE IN CREAM WITH COGNAC TRIM

WHY IT WORKS: Italian craftsmanship shines through in this piece, with its cream polycarbonate shell complemented by cognac leather trim. The vintage-inspired design is both elegant and durable.

WHY IT WORKS: A masterclass in elevated masculinity, this duffel delivers tactile impact and timeless prestige. The rich alligator texture creates visual drama that anchors the softer tones of the collection. Perfect for the high-net-worth traveler, it exudes confidence, rarity, and bespoke craftsmanship.

ROBERTJAMES THE BOBBY DUFFEL BLACK ALLIGATOR

CULTURE

BEHIND THE COVER

Shawna Whitty’s Eye for Equine Elegance— and How She Captures the Magic of the Horse World

There’s something captivating about a photograph that stops you mid-scroll or makes you pause at a magazine rack—and chances are, if it involves horses, Shawna Whitty of SAS Equestrian is behind the lens. This season, Wellington Quarterly is once again graced with her incredible artistry on the cover, and we couldn’t be more thrilled to feature her work... again!

Shawna isn’t your average equestrian photographer. An award-winner and a powerhouse in the world of fine equine photography, Shawna combines her two greatest loves—horses and imagery—in a way that feels almost magical. She first fell head over heels for film photography back in high school, tinkering away in the dark room. Fast forward to today, and she’s one of the most sought-after photographers in the industry, with her work featured everywhere from The Chronicle of the Horse and Sidelines

Magazine to luxury brands like Hermès and Devoucoux. Speaking of Hermès, Shawna just returned from Paris (casual!) where she was a guest photographer at the ultra-glamorous Saut Hermès held at the iconic Grand Palais. “It’s a dream venue,” Shawna says. “The history, the atmosphere—it’s inspiring for both riders and photographers alike.” Naturally, her photos from the event are as chic and polished as you’d expect—utterly swoon-worthy.

Shawna’s signature? Her breathtaking black background portraits. If you’ve seen them, you know: they’re the kind of images that make you stop and stare. Every detail is impeccable—from the gleam of a perfectly polished bridle to the soulful eyes of a horse mid-moment. These portraits don’t just showcase the beauty of the animal; they capture the passion and precision of the entire equestrian lifestyle.

Her expertise doesn’t come from behind the camera alone. Shawna originally made her mark in the fast-paced fashion scene of New York City, working as a photographer, stylist, retoucher, and editor. “That experience really shaped my eye for detail and composition,” she explains. “But because I grew up riding and showing hunters, I have that insider’s perspective on the sport, too. I know what makes a horse look its absolute best, and I bring that to every shoot.”

Oh, and did we mention she’s also a mom of two young kids? Between globe-trotting shoots and high-profile collaborations, Shawna manages the ultimate balancing act of motherhood and career. “It’s not easy,” she admits with a laugh. “But with a supportive partner and a great team, it’s possible. I want to show my kids that with hard work and passion, you can achieve anything.”

In true Shawna fashion (pun intended), she’s not stopping at photography. In 2021, she teamed up with York Wallcoverings to launch a unique home collection featuring equestrian prints in chic peel-and-stick wallpaper. Think: stunning horse coat patterns—dapple grays, appaloosa spots—transformed into modern home décor. “It’s a completely new way of bringing the equestrian aesthetic into the home,” she says.

At the heart of it all is Shawna’s deep love for the horse—and it shows. Whether she’s shooting in Wellington, Paris, or anywhere in between, her goal is the same: to celebrate the bond between horse and human, and to honor the beauty of the sport and lifestyle we all adore.

Want more? Check out Shawna’s work at sasequestrian. com or follow along on Instagram at @sasequestrian. You can even bring her signature style into your own home with her wallpaper collection at yorkwallcoverings.com/collections/ sas-equestrian-home.

A BOOK WORTH THROWING IN YOUR GOYARD TOTE (POOL OPTIONAL)

Let’s be honest—there are books you read, and there are books you live for. Dame Jilly Cooper’s "Polo." That’s the latter. It’s champagne-soaked, scandal-laced, and shamelessly fun—the kind of romp you tuck into your Goyard tote, toss next to your SPF 50 and oversized sunnies, and crack open with a smirk poolside at The Colony.

We’re talking steamy affairs, scandalous chukkas, and aristocrats behaving very badly. Sound familiar? It’s basically season in Wellington with a British accent and even fewer inhibitions.

For the uninitiated, “Polo” is a wildly decadent novel set in England’s most elite (read: ridiculous) equestrian circles, where testosterone is high, morals are questionable, and the champagne flows like SmartWater at a SoulCycle retreat. There’s romance, revenge, and just enough horse talk to make you feel like you actually belong at a field-side luncheon with your Hermès scarf fluttering in the breeze.

of literary naughtiness, manages to write show jumping, dressage, and polo scenes with the same breathless drama as her love triangles—though if we’re being honest, the stirrups aren’t always on the horses.

So why now? Why toss this particular bit of equestrian erotica into your monogrammed beach bag? Because whether you’re a rider, a railbird, or simply a woman who enjoys her fiction with a little forbidden froth, "Polo" is a reminder that behind every riding boot is a story, and not all of them are fit for the country club newsletter.

Wellington’s own social scene has been known to inspire a juicy chapter or two—and if Dame Cooper ever set foot here, she’d need a second novel just to cover the cabana gossip.

So consider this your official summer (or should we say season) reading assignment. Bonus points if you read it while watching a real-life match—just don’t let the ponies distract you from the page-turning drama.

Jilly Cooper, national treasure and unrepentant purveyor

After all, darling, some stories are too good to gatekeep.

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LOAF AND BEHOLD!

The Sandwich Is Back, Bigger Than Ever

by Joseph Pietrafesa

Eating healthy is part of the South Florida lifestyle—after all, it’s beach weather almost year-round. But somewhere between 24-hour fasts, sprouts, and avocado toast, we all crave a serious lunch. Not a leisurely three-martini sitdown, but a one-and-a-half-pound, two-handed fistful. Welcome to the ever-growing trend of BIG sandwiches—or as they say in New York, a “sang-wheech.”

LA MASSERIA – PALM BEACH GARDENS

When the renowned NYC eatery La Masseria opened its doors on PGA Boulevard, local foodies rejoiced. Known for its refined southern Italian cuisine, the white-tablecloth staple also has a secret: a small café tucked near the kitchen offering gelato, pastries, and some seriously big sandwiches. A standout? It's tied….The Tacchino—a Thanksgiving feast on a roll with brie cheese, aioli, and peppery arugula, and the Sfilatino Vegetariano, with grilled eggplant and zucchini, smoked mozz, and homemade mayo. Mamma Mia!

LA MASSERIA

BUCCAN SANDWICH SHOP –PALM BEACH

Famed chef and restaurateur Clay Conley expanded his popular island tapas concept with the wildly successful Buccan Sandwich Shop in 2023. Lines start forming as early as 10:30 AM, with fans eager to shell out $17 for the shop’s showstopper: The Steak Bomb—a 15-inch, crusty, torpedo-shaped baguette stacked with prime beef, cheese sauce, tomato, peppers, onions, banana peppers, and garlic aioli. Other favorites like the Beef Bomb, Italian Carpaccio, and the Cubano 2.0 draw sandwich lovers from as far as Boca Raton.

TAVOLENA

TAVOLENA BAKERY & SANDWICH SHOP – JUPITER

Just up I-95, head east on Indiantown Road to discover Tavolena Bakery, the latest expansion from Chef Michael Roldico. Drenched in coastal hues of blue and white, it feels like Amalfi as you build your dream sandwich on a house-baked roll. Pile on pounds of capicola, salami, pepperoni, provolone, and prosciutto—or go meatless with the fried eggplant sandwich, reminiscent of Bobby Bacala’s lunch from The Sopranos. Their pastries and flatbreads are top-notch, but nothing beats the thinly sliced beef carpaccio with arugula Maaaathawna!

CILANTRO’S – WELLINGTON

A hidden gem in Wellington, Cilantro’s was founded by Moreira Herman, who once worked in the jewelry business. Located just across from the National Polo Center, this welcoming deli/café serves up bold South American coffees, hearty breakfasts like huevo, queso, and ham on a fresh baguette, and post-match crowd-pleasers like prosciutto with buffalo mozzarella or fresh tuna salad spread. It’s the perfect spot to come y relájate—before or after the ponies hit the field.

BUCCAN

CILANTRO’S

From the Aegean to One Flagler: DINING AT MILOS IS A JOURNEY, NOT A MEAL

AN IMMERSIVE EVENING OF ELEVATED GREEK CUISINE, CURATED WINES, AND WARM PHILOXENIA IN WEST

PALM’S MOST STUNNING NEW DINING DESTINATION.

By

Colleen Guilfoile Richmond Images via Milos

The moment you step through the doors of Estiatorio Milos at the stunning new

One Flagler building in West Palm Beach, you are met with a feeling that’s hard to describe—but unmistakably Mediterranean. It's the kind of place where sea breezes seem to follow you in, the lighting is golden, and the air is perfumed with lemon, oregano, and anticipation. Greeting you warmly is Paris Manolas, the charming general manager, who welcomes every guest like an old friend returning home. And just like that, the Milos magic begins.

Founded by legendary chef Costas Spiliadis, Milos has set the global standard for refined Greek dining since opening its first location in Montreal in 1979. Its newest outpost in West Palm Beach continues that tradition of excellence, offering more than just a meal, but rather a journey into the heart of Greece’s culinary soul. Inside the two-story, 294-seat space, designed by Tara Bernerd & Partners, every texture and tone is thoughtfully curated to evoke the relaxed elegance of the Aegean coast. Think whitewashed stone, soft oak, olive trees, and the gentle trickle of water in the background. Even the dramatic signature staircase feels like a sculpture paying homage to the sea.

The open fish market is the centerpiece of the Milos experience—an iced stage where a dazzling array of whole fish and shellfish glisten under soft, curated lighting. Nearly all of it swam in the Mediterranean just the day before, caught and flown in overnight to preserve its pristine freshness. With the guidance of a knowledgeable Captain, guests are invited to hand-select their catch. I chose the sole, simply grilled with lemon and finished with Milos’ exclusive olive oil, delicately infused with wild Greek oregano. The result was nothing short of divine—clean, vibrant, and

prepared with masterful precision. And you certainly learn something new every day: I was told that the deeper the fish swims, the larger its eyes—some on offer that evening were so deep-dwelling, they’re caught by spear. The experience is as educational as it is exquisite.

But before the main course arrived, I was swept up by one of the most beautiful Greek salads I’ve ever experienced. The barrel-aged feta, dense and creamy with a mineral-rich complexity, anchored a mix of vine-ripened tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, and olive oil so fragrant and peppery, it could be bottled and sold on its own. The flavors were honest, bright, and deeply satisfying—classic Milos.

The crowd is as polished as the cuisine. On a typical evening, the softly lit dining room is dotted with elegantly dressed locals, global travelers, and the kind of beautiful people you expect to see in a Mediterranean jet-set fantasy. Despite the glamor, there is no pretense—just the warmth and ease of people enjoying incredible food in a gracious atmosphere.

The Milos Special—a tower of paper-thin fried zucchini and eggplant draped over a disk of saganaki cheese and served with a dollop of tzatziki—is a must. It’s playful, addictive, and speaks to the restaurant’s ability to make even the humblest ingredients sing. And don’t sleep on the Astakomakaronada, a decadent Athenian-style lobster pasta that somehow manages to feel both indulgent and delicate.

To drink, Milos offers the most extensive Greek wine list in South Florida, with rare and exquisite selections like crisp Assyrtiko from Santorini and deep Xinomavro from the northern highlands. The sommelier, as passionate as he is informed, guided me to a white wine that paired perfectly with the fish—earthy, floral, and unforgettable.

Just when I thought the experience had peaked, dessert arrived. The Baklava Kaimaki—a luxurious swirl of artisanal ice cream layered with honeyed baklava and Ekmet Kataifi—was a showstopper. But the real surprise was the Real Greek Yogurt drizzled with thyme honey from Kythira and studded with crunchy walnuts. It was simple, authentic, and transcendent.

Dining at Milos West Palm Beach is an immersive, soulful experience, one that transports you to a cliffside taverna in Santorini while seated just steps from the Palm Beach waterfront. Whether you’re drawn in by the promise of pristine seafood, the legendary Greek hospitality, or the sleek interiors, you’ll find yourself planning your return visit before the check even arrives.

Estiatorio Milos

170 Lakeview Ave, West Palm Beach, FL

Milos West Palm Beach is now open for lunch, including a special 3-course prix fixe menu, available Monday through Friday from 11:30 AM to 3:00 PM, for $45 per person.

Hours: Monday – Saturday 11:30 AM – 3:00 PM 4:30 PM – 12:00 AM

Reservations: (561) 437-8889

www.miloswestpalm.com | @milosoflo

TTHE PEARL PALACE

A Saltbox Dream on Gardiners Bay

By Colleen Guilfoile Richmond

by William Waldron

ucked away in the storied enclave of East Hampton's Springs—where artists once roamed and the bay whispers secrets only the locals understand—there's a house that feels like it floated in from a dream. They call it the Pearl Palace, and like any good nickname, it says a lot without saying too much.

This is not your average Hamptons home. Built entirely from the ground up by its imaginative owner, in collaboration with the thoughtful minds at Plot 1 and the master craftsmanship of James Bulgin, the Pearl Palace is what happens when minimalism meets whimsy with a wink.

Photography

“It’s my version of minimalism,” the homeowner says, “but with classic Sasha whimsical moments”—a nod to interior designer Sasha Bikoff, whose work is known for its unapologetically bold, playful aesthetic. Bikoff, a celebrated New York-based designer with a flair for merging eras, is famous for combining French Rococo, 1960s Space Age, and Memphis Milano influences in unforgettable ways. But here, in this bayside retreat, her signature whimsy takes on a softer, subtler tone—proof that even maximalists can master restraint.

The structure itself is a modern take on the traditional saltbox silhouette, a timeless shape that feels entirely at home on the edge of Gardiners Bay. Inside, it’s all clean lines and calm tones. Walls are Japanese plaster, a textural backdrop that softens the space and glows in the East End light. Underfoot, white oak floors stretch out like driftwood, washed in the palette of a morning tide.

Every detail inside feels intentional, like it was placed by the wind but styled by a very chic breeze. The house is minimalist, yes, but never austere. Think: sculptural lighting, hand-formed ceramics, breezy linen, and unexpected moments of delight (a little vintage here, a splash of something surreal there).

Outside, it’s all about the view. The bay sparkles with an artist’s touch, and from the right perch, it almost looks painted on. From sunrise swims to golden-hour spritzes, the rhythm of life here slows to something more poetic.

And while the Pearl Palace may look like a serene sanctuary, it’s also a home that’s lived in and loved—a space where summer is celebrated in every corner. It's where long weekends turn into longer stays, where doors stay open, and barefoot is the dress code.

Fun fact: The home’s elegant yet relaxed tone is no accident. The Springs has long been a haven for creative spirits—from Jackson Pollock to today's design-forward minds. Here, inspiration isn’t just welcomed—it’s expected. So if you find yourself in The Springs and spot a saltbox glowing just a little more golden than the rest, you’ve likely discovered the Pearl Palace. And while it may be rooted in East Hampton tradition, it’s also something entirely new: a modern-day escape that makes room for both less and more—with just enough whimsy to keep you smiling.

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EQUESTRIAN

POLO A Documentary or a Bad Example of the Sport We Love?

Desperate to salvage something from their reported $100 million deal with the Sussexes, Netflix handed Harry and Meghan the reins to document the 2,500-year-old “Sport of Kings.” It took them just a few hours to tarnish it.

Across five painful, paywalled episodes, Netflix aired the long-awaited, heavily hyped docuseries on polo — executive produced by Harry and Meghan, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex. While Harry, like his brother, father, and grandfather, is a confident polo player, Meghan’s involvement felt as mismatched as swapping a polo ball for a Wiffle ball — no matter how hard you hit it, it barely moves forward.

The series was supposed to follow five players on the Wellington circuit as they chased supremacy in the U.S. Open Polo Championship. Three choices were obvious:

• Adolfo Cambiaso, world number one and legendary 10-goaler, known by many as The GOAT

• Poroto Cambiaso, his 19-year-old son and heir apparent, also a 10-goaler

• Keko Magrini, a fearless young Argentine player eager to cement his place in the U.S. polo scene, alongside his demanding, party-life girlfriend

• Timmy Dutta, a handsome rising 20-year-old from a wealthy equestrian family, trained by his father and team owner, Tim “Big Tim” Dutta

• Louis Devaleux, a newcomer and former professional golfer who earned just over $10,000 on the minor tour between 2004–2005 and whose reputation includes more court documents than polo achievements

Breaking into the U.S. Open is no small feat. It demands years of preparation, horse management, rigorous training, team chemistry, relentless drive, and mountains of money. Over the past five years, the United States Polo Association has worked to make the sport more accessible, building fields across Wellington, Delray, and Port Mayaca, and offering affordable lessons for riders as young as ten.

Unfortunately, this side of polo was completely ignored in the series. Instead, it glamorized the players’ privileged lifestyles: expansive estates, club-sized gyms, strings of $100,000 ponies, helicopter jaunts to Miami, and vintage Broncos shuttling between barns and fields.

The drama of a father-son duel for the title would have been captivating enough. Instead, the producers shoehorned in cringeworthy, staged reality TV-style scenes between matches — a decision that fell flat.

Louis Devaleux, whose vocabulary rarely stretched beyond the F-word, quickly became the focal point of the chaos. In one scene, down by a few goals, he jumps off his horse, flings the reins at a groom, and swings his mallet into a tent pole with Aaron Judge-level force, unleashing a torrent of profanity. It wasn’t a one-off — Devaleux made these outbursts a recurring act.

During his reality-style testimonials, Devaleux seemed baffled that his competitors knew the names and nuances of every horse on the field, famously ranting, “I don’t even know the names of my own f**king horses!”* No surprise there. Through fits of anger and tearful outbursts over missed shots and losses, he repeatedly insisted he’s a winner who will “never give up.” Sadly, his performance did little to back that up.

Down the road at the Dutta home, Big Tim is busy cooking what looks like a feast for his family and team members, while his dressage-trained wife and son look on. The community knows Tim Dutta as a self-made man who runs a business

flying and transporting horses all over the world. He is also known as a sweet and kind man, though the edits portrayed him as an overbearing father with only one goal in mind: winning.

Timmy, his son, has been part of the Wellington polo scene since he could ride a bike. His fearless attack style on the field, combined with the quality of horses at his disposal, has propelled him into high-goal status and into the semifinals of the Open. Timmy is one to watch.

Keko Magrini represents the typical Argentine player trying to break into the U.S. market. Often, they don’t know from year to year what team will employ them. Being mounted with top-quality horses this year has given Magrini the chance to play against the best. We endure his mood swings and catfights with his on-and-off-again girlfriend — a side effect of the “Real Housewives” influence on the show — but ultimately, Magrini plays his heart out, even if it sometimes ends in defeat.

The Cambiasos could have filled five hours with highlights from just their last three games against each other. Father Adolfo is a confident, focused player who has made some of polo’s greatest moments since he was 20. His son, Poroto, shares his exceptional talent — and the striking good looks of his Argentine model mother.

There is no animosity between the players through the quarter and semifinals; they cheered for one another from the sidelines, sipping mate from the flatbeds of their pickups, field-side. Dutta gives it his all and leaves nothing on the field, while Magrini seems to get better with each game.

The final episode comes down to father and son Cambiaso going head-to-head for polo’s biggest prize, while Devaleux watches from the stands, likely through tears and disappointment.

Oh, and what about the Duke and Duchess?

Harry’s pet charity, Sentebale — which serves young people in Southern Africa — holds its annual U.S. match down the road at a rival field owned by Marc and Melissa Ganzi. In the Palm Beach charity world, where tens of millions of dollars are raised each winter for organizations like the American Cancer Society, Heart Association, Catholic Charities, AIDS Foundation, and the arts, the Sussexes seem to think they will be the draw that entices donors to shell out for South African youth. Okay.

Harry makes a very brief appearance alongside his teammate, Nacho Figueras, known both as a polo ambassador and a Ralph Lauren Polo model. Knowing Nacho’s love of the game, it’s hard to believe he was happy with the result. Figueras, who is also an

executive producer of the documentary, says, “Polo is our life. We eat, sleep, and breathe polo.” While that may certainly be true for the five featured players — including the F-bomb-laden nightmares from Devaleux — it is not quite the same for Harry, who plays a few games a year just well enough to score a goal and help his team squeak out a victory to win the Cup. But with teams of cameras rolling and security all around, you have to ask yourself, “Were they playing the game for the charity or for someone else?” Enter Meghan Markle.

Coiffed, stiff, shellacked smile and determined to get some lens time, the Duchess sashays onto the field toward the winners’ platform to present her husband with the trophy, her strides briefly interrupted by her spiked heels sinking into the green turf. (Note to ladies: wedges work best at polo matches.) As she steps onto the stage, there’s an obvious “you’re in my shot” glare that Markle directs at the charity’s chairperson, Dr. Sophie Chanduaka. As Chanduaka positions herself next to Harry for the charity’s annual report photo op, Markle waves her away and motions for her to move away from her husband and out of focus. Awkward. Just months later, most of Sentebale’s board — including Harry and Dr. Chanduaka — resigned over reported mismanagement of funds. There goes the polo match.

Back to the U.S. Open: it’s Papa Cambiaso versus his son, with the younger emerging victorious. Interestingly, despite hours and hours of footage, the series repeatedly replays the same action scenes, only with different commentator audio overlays. The beauty of the horses, the skill required to ride, and the ability to execute precise strategies at full gallop were completely ignored. Worse, the series was so poorly produced and portrayed the sport as accessible only to millionaires that the reviews hurt more than a polo ball smacking you broadside.

A local member of the polo community, and someone well known to the sport, said, “I have four grandchildren and they were excited to watch the series with me, but

from the first F-bomb to the next, I had to shut it off.” Others, who know nothing about the sport other than the enjoyment of watching it each week, said, “If you never ever saw a match, then I guess it was interesting, but if you know even a little about what it takes to play, ride, and raise the horses, then they did the sport a disservice… and who the hell was that guy with the potty mouth?”

The Guardian gave the series just two out of five stars, calling polo “the stupidest, most obnoxious sport known to humanity” and a “playground of the rich.” Ouch. “‘Polo’ looks destined to fall through the submenus into obscurity at the speed of light. And rightly so,” said critic Stuart Heritage. “It’s clattering and niche, and feels like a spoof documentary designed to play on screens in the background of episodes of Succession.” Oh boy.

And from across the pond, where the Royals have kept the sport somewhat visible to the commoners, The Telegraph wrote that there was “not enough of the Sussexes to make this anything other than a dull indulgence about a rich person’s pursuit.” Smack.

This was not what the polo world needed. Not at all.

The 2025 polo season in Wellington turned out to be the most attended ever. Each weekend, thousands of fans dressed up, tailgated, or watched spectacular games on satellite TV from New Year’s Day to Easter Sunday — when, coincidentally, the Cambiaso family once again competed for the U.S. Open crown. This time, Papa Cambiaso was the victor.

The author plays recreational polo in Wellington. He loves and respects the sport and everyone who makes it possible, most especially the horses.

THE REAL MANE EVENT

The Snobs and the Pageantry of

The Hamptons Classic

Every summer, as August burns itself out and Labor Day looms like a threat to linen pants everywhere, the Hamptons Classic Horse Show gallops into Bridgehampton—and with it comes an elite stampede of high-society posers, passive-aggressive riders, champagne-sipping nouveau snobs, and a parade of influencers who wouldn’t know a fetlock from a French manicure.

Some may say the Classic is one of the most prestigious horse shows in the country. Many would not and most wouldn’t know the difference. In reality, it’s less about horses and more about who’s seen pretending to care about horses. Behind every grand prix jump and Hermes saddle pad is someone angling for a photo op. It’s where horsemanship takes a backseat to handbag placement.

The vibe? Imagine a Ralph Lauren ad gone feral. The tents are pristine, the hooves are polished, and the social climbing is Olympic level. Women totter around the VIP tent in 6-inch heels (a brave but foolish choice on turf), clutching flutes of rosé while pretending to know who’s riding in the amateur jumper classic. Spoiler: they don’t. They’re just here to say they were here.

Inside the VIP tent—that holy grail of social validation—is a spectacle of its own. It’s guarded more tightly than a Manhattan doorman’s feelings, and the only way in is to be rich, adjacent to rich, or really good at pretending you’re both. Inside, the overflowered tables look more like a hostage situation staged by the entire floral department of Versailles. The food is catered by someone with a Michelin star and never very good, and the seating chart is designed with the precision of military strategy. Heaven help you if you end up at a table behind a tent support pole—that’s social Siberia.

Typical overheard conversations are full of one-liner banter made for Park Avenue:

✦ “Let’s do brunch at Pierre’s—I’m so over Nick & Toni’s since they started letting in people from Westhampton.”

✦ “ We’re heading back by chopper—traffic on the LIE is for civilians.”

✦ “ The rosé’s warm. Who catered?”

✦ “ We skipped the beach yesterday—Chloe’s aura reader said the tide was emotionally volatile.”

✦ “I told the staff no more hydrangeas next year. It’s giving ‘2007 hedge fund wife’ vibes.”

✦ “ We did Dry July... except for Sundays. And Saturdays. And, well, you know.”

✦ “…spoke to Randall, he said Brad's fund is cratering, yet Brad is still using NetJets”

If you squint past the aviator sunglasses and Botox, you’ll spot a few actual horse people. The riders? Many are brilliant athletes. But not all. The junior divisions are teeming with nepo riders—trust fund teens with personal grooms and imported ponies named after designer labels. These kids have never mucked a stall, but their Instagram captions will say “hard work pays off.” Hard work, in this case, being defined as not spilling your iced matcha before the schooling ring.

Parents are worse. Clutching double-shot lattes and seething with thinly veiled competitiveness, they scan class lists like they’re Wall Street tickers. Whispered insults fly faster than a hunter round:

“Did you hear her dad bought the horse for $130K?”

“She’s still in the 3’3”?”

“I mean, she’s sweet, but not Classic quality.”

The brand peacocking is next-level. Gucci belt buckles the size of dinner plates. Chanel riding boots worn by people who have never actually ridden. And then there’s the perennial favorite: the woman in head-to-toe ‘Collection’, walking through the stable aisle as though manure doesn’t dare stick to her soles. Selfies abound.

Influencers descend on the Classic like moths to a ring light. Armed with DSLRs, drones, and desperation, they strike carefully curated poses in front of show jumps they’ve never jumped, pat horses they’re terrified of, and wearing more gold bangles than a Bollywood backup dancer at a bachelorette party in Dubai. Their content?

Filtered, sponsored, and entirely fabricated. “a perfect day ringside at #TheClassic,” they’ll caption, as if they weren’t whining about the heat and the Wi-Fi five minutes prior.

Then there’s the sponsors. They’re not really here for the sport—they’re here to sell luxury watches, Range Rovers, and wrinkle cream to an audience willing to drop $1,800 on a cashmere throw for their dog. A pop-up tent for a five-figure mattress sits next to a booth selling

diamond-studded stirrup leathers. Nothing says elite horsemanship like browsing spa packages while someone flies over a triple oxer in the background.

Amid the façade, there are a few authentic equestrians—gritty, horse-obsessed folks who came to compete, not pose. You’ll find them in the back rings, double-checking tack, wearing sun-streaked polos and not caring one ounce about being seen. But their presence is muted, overshadowed by the circus in stilettos happening under the VIP tent.

By Sunday’s grand finale—the Grand Prix—the show is more theater than sport. The champagne is flat, the tan lines are crisp, and half the crowd has already left for the City. The ones that remain applaud politely, not entirely sure what they’re clapping for.

So here’s to the Hamptons Classic: a majestic blend of actual sport and relentless performance art. It’s not just a horse show—it’s the stage where society’s fakest clip-clop in designer heels and the real horsemen try to ignore the din.

As the last ribbon is pinned and the tents come down, everyone heads for Blade or Heliflite, already plotting next year’s outfits. The snobs will brag they were “in the loop,” and somewhere, a tired groom will finally get to eat lunch. Beneath the glam and gloss, The Classic remains what it’s always been: a horse show. Just one with a very dramatic supporting cast.

Benson Reid is a writer and former Grand Prix competitor, living in western Virginia. He attended the Hamptons Classic twice in his life. Once as a young groom, and again as a guest in the VIP tent. He enjoyed it more as a groom.

PONY MOMS

Attention Grabbing,

Sculpted and Paid ForThese Women Have An Agenda

You won’t find "Pony Mom" in the dictionary or even on Google. But you’ll find them in Wellington, Tryon, Ocala, and Devon. These are the 40-something fashion set—once riders themselves, now living their dreams of ribbons and finals vicariously through their 8–10-year- old daughters. Stand back.

The equestrian world of show jumping can bring fierce competition and money-fueled power grabs to the ring, but it all begins with the kids: adorable and under twelve (mostly girls) in breeches, boots, and bows, navigating courses to impress a salty, sunburned judge—and maybe earn the $3.00 blue ribbon to hang proudly on their bedroom wall. Hugs from mom are optional, photos a must.

Each year, beginning in late December, young riders saddle up ponies (leasing at $30,000/year or buying upwards of $50,000) and train up to five days a week, parading around the showgrounds in search of acceptance. They travel sometimes thousands of miles to earn points, leading to the crown jewel: Pony Finals in Lexington, KY. …but that’s not the real story.

The children don 3-button blue jackets, oversized helmets, and tightly braided double ponytails, adorned with bows that usually match their Hermès belts (yes, Hermès). The word "cute" gets thrown around as frequently as the manure in the stalls.

But behind the scenes, it’s the Pony Moms stealing the show. Many are divorced, bankrolled either by hefty child support or "family money" (emphasis on the latter). Whether chauffeured by nannies or self-delivered after pilates and tennis (or before their own continuing education in the saddle) the mom’s make trophy entrances at the Sunday shows for photo ops with their blue- ribbon-winning kids. Hopefully.

Hailing from Park Avenue co-ops, Greenwich estates, Ocala farms, and of course, Palm Beach, they form cliques at the barns (friendly, but not too friendly), cheer for their children's stablemates (while subtly undermining rival moms), and stand where all can see.

Pony Moms will bleed money for their children's success—because thirty years ago, they were striving for the same thing. They know the game. Some antics? Faking illnesses for sympathy, jockeying for extra trainer time, screaming at underpaid grooms, and, yes, the occasional Palm Beach affair (this sport does cost a lot and so does Mom’s outfit). Meanwhile, their children form the pure, unbreakable bonds of friendship—bonds often overshadowed by their mothers’ ambitions.

One PonyMom was reportedly floored when she saw the farrier’s bill for Daisy’s new shoes: "What?!" she cried. "That’s a good pair of Manolo’s from The Real Real!"

While Grand Prix jumpers compete for $500,000 purses, the children’s rings have the real drama. Most 8–10-year-olds are homeschooled or tutored at picnic tables outside the barns. COVID only accelerated the trend, with virtual learning freeing up even more saddle time—and racking up even more expenses. To check progress, Dad might fly in from Teterboro on the family Gulfstream or NetJets share for the weekend, kiss the blue-ribbon winner, and head back Sunday night.

Through clenched, snowy-white teeth and behind newly acquired implants, Pony Moms congratulate their kids' stablemates while privately chastising trainers for perceived slights in the flat class—where one bad score can erase a perfect round over the fences.

Growing up lower middle class outside Boston, Jody never had anything fancy. Her own mother had remarried a wealthy State Street lawyer, but Jody’s upbringing remained modest.

Her daughter, Saleena, took her first pony ride at the Topsfield Fair at seven years old, with Grandma by her side. Grandma thought it was “so cute” and quickly enrolled her in Saturday lessons. But Saleena wasn’t just cute—she was good. Really good.

Image courtesy of Tiffany

Jumping over ground poles, cross rails and fences isn’t just a hobby, it's an insanely expensive trajectory. These aren’t ballet lessons, Aspen half-day privates, or even an elite sleepaway camp—multiply those costs by twenty, and you might start to compete nationally.

Soon, Jody approached her husband—not to ask, but to tell him: their daughter needed a pony. Rather than lease one for $25,000/ year, she wanted to buy one for $55,000. He refused—not just because he was highly allergic to horses (true), but because $55,000 was a significant chunk of the family’s income. So, Jody went to Grandma. Grandma wrote the check without blinking, and Saleena’s riding career took off.

Using newly acquired alimony from her second (and just ended) marriage, Grandma happily paid the $5,000 monthly barn and training bills. Now, Florida was calling. In August, Jody, Saleena, her sister, the pony, and the family dog moved to Sarasota—horse trailer in tow. Jody’s husband stayed back in Boston, "trying to sell the house" while managing his five small convenience stores. In Florida, Jody and Grandma quickly found a new trainer—but when friction arose, they pulled Saleena out overnight and moved her across town. It turned out they’d left unpaid debts at the old barns in Massachusetts too—$30,000 each.

Florida life suited Jody. Soon she was getting Botox, updating her wardrobe, and consulting plastic surgeons for a little lift (both breasts and face) Grandma paid, of course.

At barn #3, late payments caught up with them again, so they drove across the state to Wellington. After all, Wellington is where it counts. There, they secured a meeting with Mark Charles—the best children’s hunter/jumper trainer around. He didn’t need new students, he’d been doing this for decades, but after seeing Saleena ride, he offered her a spot.

Jody never mentioned they lived four hours away. What was important was Seleena’s success. For six months, they drove from Sarasota to Wellington and back—four hours each way—for 90-minute lessons, four to six days a week. Monthly barn bills (feed, boarding, tack, farrier, vet, trainer and grooms) averaged $7,000. Eventually, Mark Charles heard about previously unpaid debts (the horse world is tight) and gave them an ultimatum: settle $60,000 in back payments to fellow trainers or leave. Grandma wrote the check. They relocated permanently to Wellington. Jody celebrated with a full cosmetic overhaul.

Mary was from the UK: fit, fifty, and full of British vigor. She had married a Caribbean banker twenty-five years her senior— wherever the money came from, she didn’t ask. Their daughter, Milly, at eleven, was a rising star. Riding was her escape from a chaotic home life.

Mary was the quintessential Pony Mom: 5'7", flowing red hair, over tanned, enormous enhanced breasts, sleek white breeches, a tight H buckle affixed to her waist, custom Romitelli boots, Chanel sunglasses, $75,000 worth of Van Cleef, Cartier, Tiffany stacked on one wrist, gold Rolex Daytona on the other, and a casual Birkin bag slung over her elbow. Strangely, no wedding ring. Noone dare ask.

She stayed just long enough to watch Milly’s warmup—then it was off to her own barn for a "dressage lesson" with Emilio, the devastatingly handsome Brazilian trainer. Of course. The other moms always found it odd that Milly’s dad never appeared or that Mary always looked like she had stepped out of a Ralph ad. But around the rings at Pony Island, this was normal.

Sometimes, the expenses you see in front of you can double. In Sandra’s case, they did. Divorced from her dentist husband of twenty years, she had two children on saddle. Outfitting her six- year-old daughter and eight-year-old son was enormously expensive, but it paled in comparison to her own ambitions as an Arabian show rider.

Sandra eschewed puffed-up lips, designer clothes, coiffed extensions and over-the-top accessories in favor of frumpy tiered skirts and Birkenstocks. Her real outfits were saved for the show ring: ruffled shirts, accentuated jackets, oversized lace trimmed hats and rhinestone bridles for her $150,000 mount. Sandra would sashay her way to the kids' ring to cheer on her brood, peeking over her Walgreens sunglasses at the other Pony Moms. Sandra was Breckenridge, the others, Aspen/Vail. A-hum.

It never ends—the constant positioning and the wannabes. Some children even enter two horses in cross-rail competitions on Sundays, doubling their chance, and their expenses, at a ribbon. But don’t worry—Grandma will pay for it and Mom will look great

Lilly Bates is a former Pony Mom. She has seen it all. She stopped riding 15 years ago and is now a grandmother. That could be trouble.

courtesy of Cartier

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ESCAPE

SKY HIGH: Inside the Jet Business

Empire of Steve Varsano

FROM PARK LANE TO PRIVATE PLANES, THE MAVERICK ENTREPRENEUR IS REDEFINING HOW THE WORLD’S ELITE BUY THEIR WINGS

Witten by Joseph Pietrefessa

When you meet Steve Varsano, you instantly feel like you’ve known him forever. With his rugged good looks, finely tailored Savile Row suit, crisp white shirt, and engaging New York accent, he draws you in immediately. Straightforward, honest, and polished, Varsano approaches every sales pitch the way a Ferrari takes a curve—effortlessly.

Varsano is a born seller—likely one of the best in the world. He has to be. His clients include kings, CEOs, global corporations, celebrities, and billionaires. These are people who know exactly what they want, often regardless of cost. But that doesn’t mean Varsano’s job is easy.

“When they ask how much, no matter what I say, most of them instinctively respond, ‘That’s too much.’ Of course they do. They didn’t get where they are in life without negotiating,” he says. “My job is to show them that what they’re buying is the right choice in every aspect of the decision.”

Steve Varsano is the founder of The Jet Business—a deceptively simple name for a remarkably complex operation: selling multimillion-dollar private jets to the world’s wealthiest and most discerning clients. He’s done just about everything in life—from sweeping floors in a beauty salon to waiting tables, before moonlighting with a jet agent as an unpaid salesman while working as a lobbyist in D.C. After eventually working his way into a commissioned position, he ultimately decided to open his own venture from an extraordinary showroom office on Park Lane, near London’s Hyde Park.

“I was selling jets and met a beautiful woman who lived over here,” he recalls. “London wasn’t just her home—it turned out to be the perfect base of operations for someone with clients all over the world. I can reach the Middle East, Europe, the U.S., and the Far East far more easily than I could from New York or L.A.”

Initially, Steve opened a comfortable office in the building that was later torn down to make way for the Peninsula Hotel. Looking out his window each day, a great space just across the street kept catching his eye.

“The space at 25 Park Lane was vacant,” he says. “I kept looking at it from my window. After a year of planning, one day, I took a huge leap of faith and said, ‘I’m going all in.’”

What came next was nothing short of spectacular. Varsano installed the actual fuselage of an Airbus A319 in the showroom’s front window—60 feet of street-front aviation luxury, curbside amongst pedestrians and double-decker buses. Inside, it’s decked out in fine leather, plush carpeting, sleek wood, polished chrome, Bentley-quilted lounge chairs, couches, and even a full conference room. It’s an authentic, full-scale replica of a super-premium private jet interior. Step inside, and you’re transported. One side of the aircraft looks

out onto bustling London; the other shows a serene digital sky floating by, as if the plane is descending to a far-off, unknown destination.

“We want clients to experience the comfort and beauty of the space,” he explains, “and imagine what their lives could soon look like.”

But the true salesroom lies just beyond that, down a short exit stair: a sleek lounge area featuring a 40-foot digital video wall. It’s here that Varsano really works his magic.

“I start with a few basic questions,” he says. “‘What’s your budget? What’s your longest flight? How old a jet are you comfortable with? And how many people will you typically travel with?”

As the client answers, Varsano clicks through a custom interface that instantly displays tailored options: a Gulfstream G550, Embraer 600, Falcon 10X, or perhaps a Boeing Business Jet/737 or Airbus 380 for the ultra-elite. Using a laser pointer, he highlights the specs of each aircraft, standing virtually inside the plane: ceiling height, aisle width, seat dimensions, table space—each rendered to scale in vibrant colors behind him.

Want a bedroom in the back? No problem. Varsano cycles through options, showing layouts with single, double, or king-sized beds. Pricing adjusts in real time as features are added or removed. Fuel costs and maintenance are calculated to further guide the client toward a decision. This process sorts through the nearly 150 private jet models manufactured, narrowing the field until the buyer hones in on a selection. With a final click, the digital wall in front of them displays global availability—live—showing where that exact jet is currently parked and ready.

It’s mesmerizing. And Varsano does it all with ease and transparency.

“Our sales and research teams constantly monitor the global database of corporate jet owners,” he says. “We probably have one of the most complete inventories of aircraft for sale around the world. And being based in London gives us not just U.S. coverage, but a comprehensive international view, which is a huge competitive edge.” That edge, data, presentation, and education, is the heart of Varsano’s unique selling proposition, or USP.

“No one else in our business has a showroom like this, or takes the time to truly educate clients,” he says.

“There are a lot of first-time buyers these days, and we don’t just sell them a plane—we empower them. We tell them the questions they should be asking. We answer them honestly and directly. That builds confidence. Some of the most successful people in the world are afraid to ask what they think might be a ‘stupid’ question. But if they don’t get the answers, they won’t move forward.”

He smiles. “When I was a kid in New York, there was a clothing store called Sy Syms. Their slogan has stuck with me my whole life—and it’s how we do business: ‘An educated consumer is our best customer.’”

And nobody is more educated or more eager to share that knowledge than Steve Varsano.

From his opulent London showroom, he’s not just selling jets.

He’s changing the way high-end aviation is experienced and understood.

Photo ©Daria Reina

PASSALACQUA A LOVE LETTER TO LAKE COMO

Villa Passalacqua, perched above the village of Moltrasio on Lake Como, Italy, is a historic estate that has been completely renovated into one of the world's most luxurious boutique hotels and is receiving top honors as such in 2023. Its rich history and meticulous restoration have garnered international acclaim, which has now been chronicled in glorious color by author Andrea Ferolla and photographer Daria Reina. Assouline, the purveyor of the world’s finest books, has brought their work to life with a just-released tome: Passalacqua –A Love Letter To Lake Como.

The villa's origins trace back to the late 18th century when Count Andrea Lucini Passalacqua acquired the property in 1787. Passalacqua translates to ‘across the lake’ effectively describing the trip to the Moltrasio section of the iconic Italian region. He transformed the property into a neoclassical masterpiece with the help of architect Felice Soave and designer Giocondo Albertolli. The estate was constructed on land originally owned by Pope Innocent XI and featured expansive terraced gardens descending to the lake, adorned with formal parterres, fountains, and ancient trees from centuries before.

Photo ©Daria Reina

“ From the moment you step through the gates, you are living la dolce vita dream: Glamorous, nostalgic, playful, fun, romantic…”

—Skye McAlpine

In the 19th century, the villa became a cultural hub under the stewardship of Giambattista Lucini Passalacqua, Andrea’s heir. He amassed a rich library and hosted prominent figures such as composer Vincenzo Bellini, who composed operas like “Norma” and “La Sonnambula” during his stay on the property. Other notable guests also included Napoleon Bonaparte and Winston Churchill, who undoubtedly enjoyed a cigar or two while sitting on the expansive lawn.

Like many prominent properties of the era, Passalacqua fell into disrepair and decline until writer Oscar Kiss Maerth attempted a partial restoration in the 1970s. Finally, in 2018, the De Santis family, renowned hoteliers and owners of the Grand Hotel Tremezzo, acquired the property with a goal of making it the beauty that it once was. Under Valentina De Santis’s leadership, the villa was meticulously restored and reopened in 2022 as a 24-suite luxury hotel. The restoration preserved original frescoes, Murano glass chandeliers, and historical architecture while integrating modern amenities important to sophisticated travelers.

Today, Passalacqua offers guests an intimate experience with suites spread across three buildings: the main villa, the Palazz (former stables), and Casa al Lago by the lake. Amenities include an outdoor pool, spa facilities, and curated guest experiences. The hotel’s design reflects the Italian concept of “villeggiatura,” emphasizing a relaxed, almost floating through the air feeling of elegant living.

Ferolla and Reina’s love letter makes the journey complete for Passalacqua, with all its splendor intact.

Photo ©Daria Reina

Photo ©Daria Reina

Photo ©Daria Reina

Vivianne Arclaire is a luxury lifestyle writer for travel, home, and style publications. She recommends weekends on the Lake from late August to early October. Devine!

Photo ©Daria Reina

Congratulations to Delamar Greenwich Harbor, Delamar West Hartford, and Delamar Southport for being named among the Top 25 Hotels in New England in Condé Nast Traveler Readers’ Choice Awards 2024! We are proud to be the only hotels in Connecticut honored with this prestigious recognition in this category.

Above It All: THE HELIFLITE WAY TO TRAVEL

By Colleen Guilfoile Richmond

In a world where time is the rarest luxury, HeliFlite offers something even more elusive— freedom. For over 25 years, the private helicopter charter company has quietly redefined East Coast travel, trading traffic jams for turbine engines and TSA lines for champagne skies.

“We’ve been in the skies long before helicopters became the go-to travel hack,” says a HeliFlite spokesperson. “The mission was always the same: to make private air travel effortless, elegant, and entirely on your schedule. Rush hour never stood a chance.”

And indeed it hasn’t. HeliFlite has become the summer essential of those in the know. From Manhattan to the Hamptons, Nantucket to Martha’s Vineyard, the company’s sleek twin-engine helicopters deliver more than transportation—they deliver time, privacy, and arrival with unmistakable style.

“There’s simply nothing like skipping the traffic and landing in style,” they explain. “Our clients don’t wait in lines, sit in traffic, or check bags. They take off when they want, land where they need, and arrive refreshed— no stress, no delays.”

From the first whisper-quiet lift off to the breathtaking aerial views of Central Park or the Vineyard, HeliFlite’s service is as smooth as its ascents. For first-time flyers, the advice is simple: sit back, relax, and let the skyline steal the show.

While the Manhattan-to-Hamptons route remains a favorite (especially during Friday afternoon gridlock), HeliFlite has seen a rise in bookings to Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard. These are often spontaneous day trips, long-weekend getaways, or elegant escapes to seaside estates. Think lunch on the Vineyard, dinner back in the city—no compromise, just convenience.

More recently, custom itineraries are trending. Clients are opting for multi-stop coastal hops, direct flights to private estates and superyachts, or swift connections to jets and elite golf courses. In this world, flexibility isn’t a luxury—it’s a given.

For HeliFlite, discretion is as integral as destination. “Privacy is the price of admission,” they say. “From confidential booking to private terminals, our clients trust us to deliver them discreetly, swiftly, and in style.”

Among the equestrian elite who migrate between Wellington, Water Mill, and beyond, HeliFlite is more than a travel solution—it’s a lifestyle essential. “Between polo matches, galas, and family estates, our riders need to be in three places at once,” they add. “We give them more time in

the saddle—and less time behind the wheel.”

This season brings an expansion of coastal charters and a refreshed “First Time Flyer” program, which includes guaranteed availability during peak periods. And yes—there are a few luxe brand collaborations in the works. “More dream destinations, more tailored experiences, and always more ways to fly better,” they hint. “We’re just getting started.”

Because when it comes to luxury travel, the only way forward is up.

THE EQUESTRIAN ATELIER

DECEMBER 13, 2025

4:00- 7:00 PM

COCKTAIL ATTIRE

EQUESTRIAN CHIC

FOR SPONSORSHIP AND EXHIBITOR

MR. ETIQUETTE

Timeless Style & Sophisticated Manners with Craig DeLongy, Founder of John Craig Clothiers

WHEN AN INVITATION SAYS COCKTAIL ATTIRE, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN TO A MAN?

TIE OR NO TIE?

Cocktail attire for men simply means “elevated.” Depending on the situation, a suit or sport coat will usually suffice. Certain cocktail parties are going to draw out the dinner jacket crowd. But, no matter the occasion, ties tend to be optional these days. You can rock a tuxedo with no tie and no socks, for that matter, and remain “in compliance”. For a nice cocktail party, opt for at least a nice jacket, button-up shirt, slacks, loafers or oxfords, and a pocket square. Cocktail implies evening, so don’t go whimsical. Keep it darker and classy.

CERTAINLY, GOLF APPAREL HAS COME A LONG WAY, BUT IS IT APPROPRIATE TO WEAR A GOLF POLO WITH A LOGO ALL OF THE TIME?

WHAT ARE SOME ALTERNATIVES TO WEAR OFF THE COURSE?

There are many men in an office setting or who I see at dinner that could transition immediately to the golf course. While I understand the comfort factor and that golf wear is an acceptable everyday look, I recommend diversifying a bit. You can opt for the wash and wear ease of Peter Millar pants all day, every day. But, switch up the shirt. I prefer non-logo polos and shirts. Add in nice performance fabric button-down wovens that are just as comfortable, but pair better with slacks and a jacket than a golf shirt when going to dinner or a meeting.

WHEN THE LATE AFTERNOON TEMPS HIT 80 BUT THE EVENING TEMPS COOL OFF TO THE 60s, HOW SHOULD A MAN LAYER FOR AN EARLY DINNER?

John Craig carries a variety of options for those unpredictable Florida temperatures and for going from air conditioning to outdoors. We love the Italian-made vest by Waterville that comes in a variety of fabrics and colors that add a little warmth and a lot of style to an outfit. Some vests even have chest pockets that you can add a pocket square to, if so inclined.

We love our “shackets” and “swackets”, too. These are sport coat alternatives, typically lighter weight, and offer function and style.

WE KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF PET PEEVES WHEN IT COMES TO MEN’S APPAREL.

TELL US SOME AND HOW DOES JOHN CRAIG MERCHANDISE TOWARDS MAKING THEM BETTER?

Our biggest pet peeve at John Craig is an improperly fitting garment. We spend about $500,000.00 on tailoring each year to ensure what is purchased at John Craig, Current, or Carter and Finley actually fits you the way it should. Before our clothing consultants put something on you, they have already taken a tape and measured your neck, chest, or waist to ensure the garment you try on is the right size.

The phrase, “the customer is always right” is up for negotiation when it comes to fit. We will give our strong opinion on the length and width of your pants, how long your jacket and sleeves are, whether or not you look like you’re wearing your dad’s suit….or your son’s.

Properly fitting clothes make all the difference in the world.