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Michelotti Shellette

The Michelotti Shellette was a tiny beach car commissioned by yacht designer Philip Schell and introduced in 1968. Giovanni Michelotti removed the doors from a Fiat 850, cut its sides low and furnished the interior with wicker seats, wood trim and an entirely wicker-covered dashboard. A canvas canopy provided approximately as much protection as Mediterranean owners expected to need. Roughly eighty were made, often as land tenders carried aboard yachts. Aristotle Onassis ordered an automatic version whose removable wicker glovebox could also serve as a breadbasket. The Shellette was designed for the narrow distance between a marina and lunch.

Morning Glory clouds

The Morning Glory is a vast tubular cloud that regularly crosses northern Australia’s Gulf of Carpentaria at dawn. It can extend for 1,000 kilometres while travelling at speeds of up to 60 kilometres per hour. The cloud forms inside a moving atmospheric wave created by opposing sea breezes: moisture condenses along its leading edge and evaporates behind it, making the entire cylinder appear to roll across the sky. Near Burketown, glider pilots gather each spring to surf the rising air along its front for hundreds of kilometres.

Mark Birley

Mark Birley was the doyen of upper-crust nightclub owners in London's West End. From the outset, Birley's approach was summed up by the phrase "only the best": no expense would be spared, either by himself as owner and investor or by members, who were charged the highest prices for membership, meals and drinks. For this, they received impeccable service, obsessive attention to the tiniest detail of decor, presentation, and exclusivity. The basic qualification for membership was money, preferably old money; but Birley had the commercial sense to allow in new money as well - provided there was plenty of it - discreetly enabling the nouveaux riches to rub shoulders with the louche end of the establishment, while lightening the wallets of all. But a life informed by, and dedicated to, luxury was no protection against sorrow. The face of his younger son, Robin, was terribly scarred at Aspinall's zoo when he was allowed into a tiger's cage at the age of 12. His elder son, Rupert, vanished without trace off the coast of Togo in 1986.