Tyler Brûlé

When I started tapping out last week’s column, somewhere high above Baffin Island, little did I know that I was...

Earlier this week I attended a conference in Tokyo and was reminded by several of the speakers on stage about...

Forget cryo-chambers. Tyler Brûlé finds youthful energy at the barbershop and the bar.

Finally! A Saturday to sleep in, poke around the apartment, go for a long wander, get a proper shave, swim...

From print shops to piña coladas, it’s party time in Lisbon

You will have noticed that I’m going through a bit of an Iberian phase. It’s not quite the same as...

It’s Friday afternoon in the heart of Lisbon and it’s 34C and perfectly cloudless. Mom has just returned from the...

I’ve been plotting a Zürich to Lisbon road trip for the better part of six months. In its original form,...

My Zürich apartment building is a solid Swiss 1960s affair that has the odd twist of Japan (landscaping and terraces)...

What a difference six days and 6,000 kilometres makes, especially in the business of selling newspapers. On Saturday morning, I...

Buckle up, pens at the ready, tighten those laces and stay alert. The Faster Lane has spent the past week...

Just in case you missed it or you’re still a disbeliever, SIZE REALLY DOES MATTER. I can say this with...

Stockholm It’s Sunday morning and we’re heading out for a stride around the city. The route is generally the same every...

Is it better to be late to the party or stay in your comfy, cosy place? On a flight to...

I was about to wish you a “good morning” but stopped for sensitivity reasons. I then decided “happy Sunday” might...

It’s very late on Friday evening, almost midnight, and I’m sitting in the Al Mourjan Business Lounge at Doha’s Hamad International Airport...

Happy Easter, bunnies, from a breezy terrace above a modernist stretch of Lisbon. A couple of days ago I decided...

MarioIt’s springtime 1996 and I have the wonderful idea to launch a magazine. My friend Nancy recommends a gentleman named...

It’s diary Saturday in the Brûlé household. The sun is out, there is the gentlest breeze and diaries, pencils and...

On the odd day over the past few weeks, I’ve perched in the lounge of our new Paris outpost talking...