Tat London Journal

As you’ll have noticed, we’ve produced many a Christmas wish lists over the years. Those are ours, of course, but this season I wanted to ask a handful of women I admire what they would choose for Christmas. The obvious first call was Liz Elliot. For those not already acquainted, she is my mother, and has been at House & Garden for quite a while. I may be biased, but her CV more than bears out her reputation.

The death of publishing has been a protracted subject. Every year a fresh set of doomsayers appears in online columns to announce that soon we will abandon anything printed on a weekly or monthly basis, or anything that does not live entirely on the internet. It has long been a bugbear of mine. As I have admitted before, I am a luddite and proud of it. You have to be made of rather dense material these days not to feel sceptical about the motives of the tech world. One of tho

Cox. A simple name, yet one that is fast becoming shorthand for quality, creativity and craftsmanship. I have admired Matthew Cox’s work for years. One hesitates to use the phrase quiet luxury, since it has been stretched to cover all manner of things that are anything but. Still, if the term has any meaning left, it lies comfortably with him.