If you were to ask the internet if Land Rovers are popular, by in large the answer would be yes. If you were to ask me, I’d refer you to several photography feeds on my phone which is typically chock-full of Rover shots from all over the globe, but typically below 14th street.

The word is out, Land Rovers are cool; or are they? The answer is still unequivocally, yes. But without bursting the bubbles of the young and loyal, Land Rover has been cool for sometime. Just ask Churchill or Bob Marley – both were Land Rover enthusiasts.

This April marks Land Rover’s 65th anniversary and the release of their Series I vehicle. What was essentially a knock off of the American Jeeps used during World War II, the British manufacturer added their own spin to the all-wheel drive technology developed stateside (Jeep was the first all-wheel drive vehicle), and Land Rover was born. Albeit, originals being built on Jeep chassis. That was 1948.

Today, it’s clear Land Rover is singing a different tune. Not to fret, today’s models continue to be designed for every condition imaginable, despite the spike in soccer moms ditching the minivan or professional athletes jumping on the Rover wagon. At their core, they’re still capable of wading through a several feet of water or climbing elevations too steep to walk. And they don’t look all too bad doing it. Which, along with their technical capacity, the very specific aesthetic has taken them a long way from their humble Newborough, Anglesey beginnings.

Personally, I can’t get enough of Land Rovers. Everywhere I go, my Rover radar is alive and well, with the occasional annoying inspection held street side. And last year, I finally joined the ranks and bought one of these beasts (a ’95 County LWB) which has paid dividends in pleasure and cost dividends in maintenance. And while I’m partial to the older generations, it’s nice to see their odometer hit 65. Happy Birthday Land Rover.

The winter months in the northeast are no-one’s friend.  And while it’s no secret that winters in this part of the country are less than desirable,  every year I complain, so every year I flee.  While the destination is sporadic, there are some common denominators – plus 13 degrees Celsius, availability to adult beverages, and more than eight hours of sunlight.  Last month, Istanbul was my final destination.

Istanbul is not a city for the weary.  It’s enormous in scale, the layout isn’t for the geography challenged, and well, its dynamic creates a much more intense foreign feeling than some of its European counterparts.  All this aside, with no more than four days on the ground, we had our work cut for us.  But not to fret, we also had Turkish coffee in our tanks.

Three things can be your best friend when traveling with limited time in any foreign city.  For starters, the realization that you cannot and will not see all the stuff you either want to see, or what everyone else said you must see.  And, nine of ten times, all that advice from friends and such is typically going to get you surrounded by packs of people wearing white sneakers and carrying a canon point & shoot around their neck.  After you accept this simple fact, put together a realistic plan of attack that knocks out certain pockets of a city and has everything you need – shopping, food, culture and of course, libation depots.  And finally, if you’re one of the six humans that do not own and iPhone, get your act together, then download the google maps app.  The best free purchase you’ll ever make, it works offline and will save you countless hours looking foolish/vulnerable whilst fumbling with an over sized map in the one neighborhood you were told to avoid.

No exception to the rule(s), seeing the mammoth of a city that is Istanbul was accomplished in said fashion.  During our four days, we canvassed the city, mostly on foot (the preferred method of exploring), searching for pieces of Constantinople’s past, hidden spots and quickly getting through the white sneaker zones.  And while it’s not Istanbul’s fault per se, there weren’t a lot of shopping distractions, which left plenty of time to soak in the former Ottoman Empire.

While, the weather was nearly the same as New York, as was the hours of day light, Istanbul proved to be the perfect break to my seasonal set-back.  If it’s not on your list, it should be.  The architecture, people and food are all incredible, as is the exchange rate.  And while I only dipped out for a long weekend, it only took a few hours to realize I’d be returning.

And as always, follow our shenanigans and keep up with us in real-time on twitter (@stndardedition) and instagram (@standardedition).

Holland and Sherry may have one of most robust backgrounds when it comes to fabrics.  Since the early 1800′s, they’ve been a premier supplier of fine fabrics and cloths to fashion house and luxury brands the world over.  If the English do one thing well, it’s produce quality fabrics – thank that nice weather they’re rumored to have.  And if the weather created a need for protective and quality materials, the surrounding climate supplied the necessary ingredients.  To this day, Holland and Sherry continue to source their fabrics from Yorkshire, where the climate and water create the perfect environment for finishing the cottons and wools needed for tartans, or tweeds.

After 170 years Holland and Sherry have made a fitting move into garments and wearables.  Utilizing their English roots coupled with exceptional fabrics and a Savile Row stronghold, you can bet you won’t be disappointed by what’s on the shelves.  I paid a visit to their new retail location last year when they initially opened, and was immediately impressed by both the store and product.  If you’re in the area, check it out for yourself.

You can find Holland & Sherry Bespoke at 209 Elizabeth Street, New York.

In early 2010 I traveled across the country by train.  While I’ve spent a significant amount of time on trains throughout my life, none having been for any long duration.  Subways, commuter rails and short hauls between New York and Boston, or New York and Washington was the full make-up of my experience on rails.  Nothing even close to what it would take to reach San Francisco; some 70-hours.  However, after some initial hesitation I booked a ticket, and would eventually arrive in San Francisco aboard Amtrak’s California Zephyr.

Like so many others aboard the train, it was far more than just a ride across the country, (T Magazine recently discussed some of the more interesting types who ride the rails).  I was looking to explore, see the country in a different light, and ride the same stretch of rail that was the first to connect the country’s shores.  And to this day, I think taking that train was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.  Sure it’s a long ride, and yes there are definitely some weird beards on board, but it’s one of the few ways to fully experience just how big and beautiful this country really is.

It was my trip across the U.S. that’s had me looking into other routes around the globe.  Since heading out west, I’ve managed to get on a few other trains in a few other countries but have had my sights set on one train in particular; Rovos Rail.  Known as The Pride of Africa, the south African railroad cuts a path through several countries, and offers amenities that include safari, chartered flights,  and cabins that are bigger than most Manhattan apartments, to name a few.  It’s the Rolls Royce of the railroad.

Started almost by accident, Rovos was a pure product of passion.  After acquiring an old locomotive, several coaches and potentially facing bankruptcy, what was initially a personal endeavor quickly became a commercial offering, and Rovos Rail was born.  Just over 20 years later, Rovos operates with more than 10 locomotives, over 100 coach cars, and is considered one of the most luxurious train journeys in the world.

Rovos hangs their hat on not only the impeccable quality of their service and equipment but also on the journeys they offer.  One of the main benefits of taking a train, where ever you are, is blazing a trail typically only traveled by the train.  This is where Rovos Rail embarrasses similar railways.  In addition to operating one of the most impressive fleets of refurbished antique cars and coaches, Rovos carves a path through a section of the globe experienced by less than one percent of people in the world.  And with full ownership of everything from the cars and coaches to the actual stations, no detail is left by the wayside.  Oh, and a champagne toast is celebrated before every journey, no big deal.

It’s true, the Sierra Nevada mountains or Nebraska under moonlight isn’t a south African safari aboard a vintage train with drinks that are aged a minimum of 18 years.  And, while Amtrak is a far cry from Rovos Rail, or nearly any other train in the world for that matter, it did give me a true appreciation for traveling by rail.  And hell, if you’re going to spend five plus days on a train, best make it count.  [Rovos Rail]

If you’re in the New York vicinity this Thursday, head over to the Impossible Project and check out Lost Ceremony.  Shot by friend and photographer Adam Marelli, Lost Ceremony is a unique and in-depth look at ancient traditions, specifically within the Japanese culture.   Also worth noting, there will be a tea master (that’s right, tea master) on-hand as well as sake from the Shushinkan Brewery.  Hope to see you there.

Lost Ceremony, Thursday March 7th at The Impossible Project NYC Space, 425 Broadway.

Meet the Unimog.  Originally introduced at the German Agricultural Show in 1948, the ”Universalmotorgerät” (‘universally applicable motorized implement’) quickly caught the attention of German farmers.  Marketed as a Jack-of-all-trades vehicle, the Unimog has held its ground for over 60-years and remains in heavy rotation around the world.

While the Unimog remains popular amongst forestry or municipal authorities, fire brigades or armed forces, energy industry or mineral oil exploration teams in the desert, I hadn’t heard of it.  So after spotting one in the wild while on a drive upstate, failing to pull-over wasn’t an option.  After trespassing, taking some photos and digging around for some story on this thing’s background, you are hereby introduced.

The UNIMOG in 1948

Like a lot of people, my first glimpse at Ovadia & Sons was during capsule a few years back.  And, like a lot of people, I was taken back by how good it was.  What’s that thing they say about first impressions?  The collection on display definitely had my attention, and while it packed all the firepower of some of the more seasoned labels,  as new twins on the block  I couldn’t tell if it was sustainable.  However, the following season my reaction was the same and by this time the secret was out, the internet had spoken and I wasn’t alone in my opinion.

Now several seasons later, it’s clear that both Ariel and Shimon Ovadia have all the ingredients to go the distance.  Their latest collection (Fall 2013) is about as close to perfect as anyone could ask for, at least in my opinion.  Everything not only looks terrific, it’s made well and is realistically wearable – a far cry from some of the other notables.  So start saving your allowance kids, this stuff hits shelves later this year and you can bet it’s not going last long. [Ovadia & Sons]

There are features of every city that are assumed.  San Francisco has the Golden Gate Bridge, Paris the Eiffel Tower, and New York, Grand Central Terminal (Station).  And while there are dozens of other buildings, sites, landmarks (whatever you want to call them) around New York, Grand Central sings a different tune.   Maybe because it’s the only train station of its kind and the largest in the world, or because it was spared the fate that overcame Penn Station, or because it’s one place where anyone can feel the mass that is New York.

Meeting point, daily commute, apple store, vacation pictures, whatever your use, passing through the main hall always provokes appreciation.  Grand Central is one of those places that never gets old.  It’s constant, always there, and always handsome.

Today marks Grand Central Terminal’s 100th year.

Italy’s reputation for quality craftsmanship is no secret.  In all reality, it never has been.  The Italians have steadily remained at or near the top of the list when it comes to making quality goods, be it, clothes, cars, or anything else you’d like to blog about.  And while much of this is known or assumed, the reality of handmade Italian products, those made by the hands of human beings, often goes unnoticed.

Rome, the Italian capital and a city of almost three million people, is no stranger to quality craftsman ship.  While recently navigating Rome’s endless curved streets, I encountered Becker & Musicò, a pipe shop seated just around the corner from the Pantheon.

For nearly the 50-years, the partnership that is Becker & Musicò have been perfecting the art of pipe making by hand.  Founded by Fritz Becker and Giorgio Musicò, the small store front and even smaller work shop (located in the rear of the building) are now helmed by the founder’s sons, Paulo and Mossimo.  Together, just as the generation before them, they produce some of the world’s best pipes.

During my visit I discussed what goes into pipe making with Mossimo Musicò, a second generation pipe maker who is the full embodiment of all things Italian. With a gravely voice, appropriately disheveled hair, mustache and endless burning cigarette, Mossimo showed us around the workshop and explained why each pipe is special.  He also explained the process, which uses a very specific wood (briar root) from Calabria and takes over three years from start to finish.

While I’m not a patron of pipes, I do appreciate a quality hand made product when I see one, and the pipes found at Becker & Musicò fit that bill to perfection.  If you’re in Rome and would like to visit, Becker & Musicò can be found at Via di San Vincenzo, 29, Roma.

Over the next week Florence will quickly become inundated with peacocking menswear types.  Making their way over to attend Pitti Uomo (or standing outside in hopes of photo ops), you can bet your instagram feed is in for one hell of a show.  One stop not likely to be on anyone’s list while in Florence is La Specola or for all those non-translation folk, the Museum of Zoology and Natural History.

Although they each share over a couple hundred years of history, La Specola is definitely no Cafe Gilli, but worth a stop all the same.  That is if you’re into thousands of dead animals.  And tucked away across the river near the Pitti Palace, La Specola may be among the few places in Florence where you won’t encounter droves of tourists.  It’s also the oldest museum of its kind in Europe; no big deal.

During a recent stop in Florence, I paid a visit to La Specola.  Inside was one part creepy, one part Wes Anderson inspiration, and two parts old as hell.  The halls, floors and cabinets all look, feel and smell their age.  And along with what’s possibly the worst interior lighting throughout the mother country, lets just say the place is old.  In a good way.

While not necessarily a stop on everyone’s list, it probably should be.  As the first of its kind, aside from dodging tourists, the impressive collection has some significance.  And don’t fret, there’s plenty of peacocks, albeit dead ones, on this side of the river too.  [La Specola]