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First-Class Influencers

Amidst “sponsored” reviews and A.I.-generated listicles, travel agents—rebranded as “advisers,” and with newfound social-media savvy—are having a comeback

The Cooper

An Afternoon in Washington, D.C.

A day after the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner fiasco, AIR MAIL arrived just in time to provide an (alcoholic) balm and (gossipy) solace to the huddled masses

All Aboard Aqua Lares

On Aqua Expeditions’ latest super-yacht, the journey from Zanzibar to the Seychelles comes with Michelin-starred meals, silk beach umbrellas, and reef shark spottings

Nausicaa

Montauk Catch Club

The Other Congo

For years, Rwanda has owned gorilla tourism, while the Republic of the Congo gets mistaken for its dangerous eastern neighbor. The result is one of the most extraordinary wildlife experiences on earth

Clare V. x Wallshoppe

Moncler

Daisies

AI for Good

The Metropolitan Review

Club-Sandwich Confidential

The trusty club is having a moment. An inside look at how some of the most exclusive restaurants in the city are riffing on a classic

Roku Gin

The Passion of Jerry Seinfeld

The legendary comedian on his car addiction, why he’ll never go electric, and how most everything else in life is a grave disappointment

Let There Be No Brunch!

Don’t dare bring flowers this Mother’s Day—what mothers really want is recognition for all they give up

A Night Celebrating Jay McInerney

Emily Ratajkowski, Eric Ripert, Cynthia Rowley, and others gathered at the Odeon in Tribeca to celebrate Jay McInerney’s new novel and the launch of his AIR MAIL column

New Kids on the Dock

Le Sirenuse, the family-run hotel in Positano, is opening a new beach club on its 75th anniversary—and welcoming the next generation of Sersales

Lives of the Saints

Cutting Corners

Peter Zumthor’s freeway-like design for LACMA’s David Geffen Galleries is daring but disappointing

La Ligne

Bright Lights, Big Vintage

In his debut column for AIR MAIL, which will cover all manner of drinking and partying, Jay McInerney sets the scene of a dinner at the Odeon in celebration of his last Calloway novel—magnums of Meursault, six-liter bottles of first-growth Bordeaux, and all

Vermeer