A rooster in a cream linen suit standing alone on a stone jetty at blue hour, Portofino glowing behind him

On Location

The Portofino Affair

12 February 2026

A private commission on the Ligurian coast. The brief said 'relaxed elegance.' The client arrived in linen. The Mediterranean did the rest.

Featuring Aldous, Beaumont

A rooster in cream linen stepping off a wooden Riva at Portofino harbor, leather holdall in hand

The boat was unnecessary. The train would have done. But he has always believed that how one arrives is a kind of promise.

A barred rooster in a white linen shirt reading Corriere della Sera at a café table with espresso
A rooster in a cream blazer and Breton stripes walking along the Portofino harbor

The Corriere della Sera. He does not read Italian. He has never let this trouble him.

Every harbour is an inventory of departures. He walks them the way other men walk galleries.

A rooster in a white linen shirt leaning on a stone balustrade overlooking the Ligurian Sea at golden hour

The terrace had been chosen for the bougainvillea. But it was the light that made the argument — slanting, warm, unreasonably forgiving. He stood where he was told and, for once, did not improve upon the instruction.

A rooster at a waterfront restaurant examining a Polaroid, Aperol Spritz and scattered photos on the table

He reviews each Polaroid as though it owes him something. The Spritz is a concession to geography. The pasta was not discussed — it simply arrived, and was accepted with the gravity it deserved.

A rooster in a cream suit standing alone on a stone jetty at blue hour, Portofino glowing behind

The village empties the way good parties do — slowly, and then all at once. He remains on the jetty because the sea has better manners than most of his acquaintance.