Randomly roaming the streets of Mayfair, Belgravia, and St. James's. Just gazing at the grey haired men in bright coloured sports jackets and cravats, who just seem to sit in the back seats of their parked Bentleys and Rolls Royces for no reason, doing absolutely nothing but look wealthy.
Sitting on the balcony of my apartment in Belgravia with a Cohiba and a JW Blue Label, and watching the world pass me by.
Cashmere sweaters with nothing underneath.
Shaving, late in the morning, with a brush, shaving oil, and shaving cream.
Burgundy red wine.
Loire valley white wine in the summer.
Women looking into my eyes.
When people laugh at what you say, of course in a positive way.
Speeding on the motorway.
When you are the best dressed person in the room.
Soho (London) at night.
Wandering small narrow streets in big cities (e.g. Soho NYC, Notting Hill and Covent Garden in London, Brera and the Navigli in Milan, Montparnasse in Paris).
Kensington and Chelsea accents.
Murano glass and crystal.
Period French furniture.