On assignment in the Outer Hebrides Islands, I connect with my editor in the U.S. via a crappy phone line from a phone booth in the middle of nowhere. He asks if I can stop by the Oban distillery on the mainland of Scotland on the way back to London. Arrive at Oban at 10 a.m. to take photos and have a quick scotch tasting. Was plowed by 10:43. A few hours later came to realize that I had missed my train to London.

That Scottish morning was the start of a deep lover affair for whiskey. For decades the amber drink has been spared marketing gimmickry. Then the dreadful artificially flavored whiskeys, and the Makers Mark debacle heralded the trashy corporate glamorizing of my favorite booze.

Thankfully there’s a new guidebook to take us through the bullshit. Mark Bylok’s “The Whiskey Cabinet.” Am looking forward to reading it with a large scotch next to me.

The Watchtower of Turkey

Over than 3500 km traveled in 20 days, capturing landscapes from the bluish tones of Pamukkale to the warm ones of Cappadocia… This is Turkey lived by me from north to south…

An innovative, sexy approach to a travel video, Leonardo Dalessandri’s Watch Tower of Turkey begs to be viewed a few times to catch all the stunning detail. Breathtaking in scope, yet zen enough for a monk, you’re going to love this piece.


There’s a staircase of 13,043 steps that are sculpted out of dirt and reinforced with chunks of fallen trees. You can find it at the edge of the dark forest. It’s winding path ascends above the tree line up to a 500 year old priory. The view is spectacular, but getting food delivered is a total bitch.

This is where I write.