For Your Eyes Only

Say goodbye to the other people. Australia’s first private island, off the less-tread Townsville coast, is 1,000 m2 of blissful tropical sensation.

By Craig Tansley 26/06/2024

Australia won more than its fair share of islands in the geographical lottery—8,222 to be precise. Despite this earthly blessing, the nation has never offered a genuine private island experience.

Most of the isles ringing this vast land mass are already occupied by resorts, where individuals or companies can book out the entire place for their friends, family or staff. But Pelorus Private Island is different. 

Here there’s no option to share. Meaning no crowded communal pool areas, no boutiques hawking you clothes and no making polite small-talk with strangers around the bar.

It’s been seven years since Morris Escapes’ billionaire executive chairman Chris Morris bought a small island 25 minutes’ helicopter flight time north-east of Townsville, just a few kilometres from his high-end luxury resort, Orpheus Island Lodge. Now, after two years of construction and a total spend of $13 million, he’s opened Pelorus Private Island.

The only access to the island is by helicopter, which drops me on a green lawn 20 m from a single, sprawling residence.

Inside and outside, the focus is on simple uncluttered design.

The shallow, coral-fringed beach just beyond, and the fact there’s no jetty, means most boats can’t land on Pelorus Island—and so guests have complete protection from the outside world.

Which makes it about as different from certain other resorts on perpetually busy Hamilton Island as it gets. The property is built on the south-western edge of the island, and is the only dwelling among over 400 hectares of national park. Though there’s plenty of coconut trees bordering the white sandy bay in front, it’s more an overwhelming sense of the Australian outback that dominates first impressions; a metre-long lace monitor lizard strolls through the bush behind the residence; cicadas whir continuously; white sulphur-crested cockatoos squawk overhead; I can see as many gum trees as tropical frangipanis.

So it does not feel unusual, then, that the residence looks more like an outback-style homestead than a tropical island beach house. It’s almost 1,000 m², with wide open spaces filled up by communal lounges and dining areas where guests eat meals family-style. Beside this extensive shared space, I push through a door to an open kitchen with bar seating for breakfasts, and floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to a horizon pool and the sea beyond.

Five suites extend beyond the central entertainment space. The fifth suite can accommodate any configuration of king, king and single, twin or three single beds. The fourth and fifth suites can interconnect. They’re big—each suite is 76 m²—with private balconies that stare straight across a passage of calm water to the heavily forested peaks of Orpheus Island.

The fringing reef is awash with colour and fish species.

Natural materials dominate; whitewashed hardwood timber floors, limestone and quartzite. Hardwood timber posts and hand-sanded feature columns make my suite look warm and cosy, almost like a hunting lodge. There’s no numbers on any of the doors, because Morris wanted this private island to feel like a home, not a hotel. It’s the simplicity of its design that stands out most: for an accommodation option starting at $20,000 per night, there’s less obviously luxurious touches than you might expect.

“Our approach to the design was to keep it simple, pristine and uncluttered,” says its Melbourne-based designer David Dubois.

“We wanted to avoid excessive opulence because it just wouldn’t be right in this rugged island setting. We used a reduced, pared-back aesthetic, together with an openness that reflects a modernist pavilion style of architecture.”

Most of all, Dubois wanted to keep guests’ focus less on his design quirks and more on the natural beauty outside. I prefer to keep my blinds open in my suite, so the first thing I see each morning is the calm Coral Sea through floor-to-ceiling windows.

And from my seat at the kitchen bar stool at breakfast, I watch loggerhead turtles come up for air outside, and schools of Spanish mackerel gouge the water in feeding frenzies. Had I visited between July and November, I would have seen humpback whales pass close by. Private chef, South African-born Grant Logan, was brought across to Pelorus Private Island from Morris’s Mediterranean-based superyacht Northern Escape. His partner, Kate Hawkins, is general manager. Morris’s ethos all along has been to treat Pelorus Private Island like a land-based superyacht. During construction, the company even referred to the project as Mare Pelorus, borrowing a term bestowed on superyachts (mare means “sea” in Latin). Morris’s intention was to offer the same level of service, and the same principles of exclusivity. “Your dining experience here will be as good, if not better, than on a superyacht,”

Logan explains as he serves up breakfast. “But we have much more direct interaction with guests. The island’s much more personal and it’s much more homely, so you could say it’s superior to a superyacht.”

The residence is built beside an easy-sloping, wide white-sand beach bordered by dramatic sea cliffs and thick, imposing forest, offering safe, sheltered swimming. The fringing coral just a few metres off the beach is full of colour and teems with bright reef fish. The snorkelling is as good here as I’ve found in outer parts of the Great Barrier Reef only accessible through long boat rides. Guests have 24-7 access to water toys like stand-up paddleboards, kayaks, jet-skis and sea-bobs. A personal watersports coordinator is on hand at all times.

And yet, some of the best things about staying at Pelorus Private Island aren’t even on Pelorus Island. Included in the tariff are excursions aboard the company’s amphibious motor boats (which beach themselves for easy access for guests of all ages) for snorkelling or island-hopping excursions.

We take a motor launch to reefs off a group of uninhabited islands, which here look just like the better-known Whitsunday Islands 300 km south —minus the resorts, the charter yachts and other tourism operators. We zip to Hinchinbrook Island and land on a long, secluded beach just as dark clouds part and reveal 1,300-metre-high mountains; as we motor past mangroves to a deserted white sand beach, I picture 5-metre-long saltwater crocodiles lying in wait. We walk across the beach and hike through thick rainforest, across swollen rivers to Zoe Falls. With recent heavy rains, the mist from the cascade fills the entire valley. We climb a narrow trail to a rock pool at the top of the waterfall, with views right back across the Great Barrier Reef. Because of its remote location and the fact there’s no infrastructure, only expert hikers visit Hinchinbrook Island to try its iconic multi-day walk—rated one of the best in the country. But today, we have the island entirely for ourselves.

Next morning, a fishing guide arrives from Orpheus Island Lodge to take us fishing for highly sought-after reef species, like coral trout, giant trevally and sweet lip. We troll too for the pelagic species of the Great Barrier Reef, like Spanish mackerel, wahoo and dogtooth tuna. Then chef Logan prepares fresh sashimi from our catch, and we eat it at sunset beside the pool as the fading colours turn the ocean purple.

Numerous island resorts offer private or semi-private retreats for premium travellers in Far North Queensland, but none are this intimate, or private. Five hundred kilometres north, Lizard Island. Resort offers a three-storey, three-bedroom private property within its resort but you’ll share the island with other resort guests, research station workers and visiting yachties. Haggerstone Island Resort, a further 400 km north, offers exclusive use of its resort but you’ll have to charter a plane for a two-hour ride north of Cairns and its huts are widely spread out (to offer guests who don’t know each other complete privacy).

Orpheus Island Lodge, 10 km south of Pelorus Island, also offers exclusive-use buy-outs, but with room for 28, you won’t find the same immediacy. Pelorus Private Island, on the other hands, manages to feel like my own private home. Its appeal lies not in any flashy trimmings, but in the fact you’re leasing your own little world.

Private hire of Pelorus Private Island includes all gourmet meals and a selection of wine, Champagne, beer, spirits, gourmet snacks and experiences; from $20,000 per night (minimum of two nights); see pelorusprivateisland.au; Morris Escapes has also just opened the luxury Ardo Hotel in Townsville, where guests can board its helicopter to Pelorus Private Island;ardohotel.au

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Watches & Wonders 2024 Showcase: Hermès

We head to Geneva for the Watches & Wonders exhibition; a week-long horological blockbuster featuring the hottest new drops, and no shortage of hype.

By Josh Bozin 24/07/2024

With Watches & Wonders 2024 well and truly behind us, we review some of the novelties Hermès presented at this year’s event.

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Hermes Cut

Moving away from the block colours and sporty aesthetic that has defined Hermès watches in recent years, the biggest news from the French luxury goods company at Watches & Wonders came with the unveiling of its newest collection, the Hermès Cut.

It flaunts a round bezel, but the case middle is nearer to a tonneau shape—a relatively simple design that, despite attracting flak from some watch aficionados, works. While marketed as a “women’s watch”, the Cut has universal appeal thanks to its elegant package and proportions. It moves away from the Maison’s penchant for a style-first product; it’s a watch that tells the time, not a fashion accessory with the ability to tell the time.

Hermès gets the proportions just right thanks to a satin-brushed and polished 36 mm case, PVD-treated Arabic numerals, and clean-cut edges that further accentuate its character. One of the key design elements is the positioning of the crown, boldly sitting at half-past one and embellished with a lacquered or engraved “H”, clearly stamping its originality. The watch is powered by a Hermès Manufacture movement H1912, revealed through its sapphire crystal caseback. In addition to its seamlessly integrated and easy-wearing metal bracelet, the Cut also comes with the option for a range of coloured rubber straps. Together with its clever interchangeable system, it’s a cinch to swap out its look.

It will be interesting to see how the Hermès Cut fares in coming months, particularly as it tries to establish its own identity separate from the more aggressive, but widely popular, Ho8 collection. Either way, the company is now a serious part of the dialogue around the concept of time.

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Read more about this year’s Watches & Wonders exhibition at robbreport.com.au

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Celebrating Neil Perry, Our Culinary Master 2024

Celebrating Neil Perry, our Culinary Master 2024.

By Robb Report Team 22/07/2024

Tickets to Culinary Masters, our annual culinary extravaganza—feting the country’s standout chef, in a once-in-a-lifetime, money-can’t-buy experience—are now available for sale.

The fact that Robb Report ANZ has chosen legendary Australian chef Neil Perry as its Culinary Master 2024 should surprise exactly no-one.

As a chef, restaurateur and television presenter Perry has reframed this country’s gastronomy scene for over four decades and remains as relevant as ever.

His neighbourhood restaurant Margaret has reinvigorated Double Bay in the last year and earned him a host of new accolades, including the third best steakhouse in the world—and the best in Australia. More recently, Perry was honoured with the World’s 50 Best Restaurant Awards ‘Icon’ at a ceremony held in Las Vegas.

We are thrilled to celebrate Perry’s landmark-year accomplishments, at Song Bird, his hotter-than-Hades new Cantonese restaurant in Double Bay, in an extraordinary night honouring culinary excellence and the best of luxury in Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs. A night not to be missed.

Details as follows:
Date: Tuesday 17th September 2024
Arrival: 6.30 pm for sit down 7.00 pm
Address:  Song Bird, 24 Bay St, Double Bay, NSW
Dress Code: Cocktail
Price: $660 (includes a $50 donation to ASX Refinitiv Charity Foundation)

Since 1998 ASX Refinitiv Charity Foundation has raised more than $40 million for Children’s, Medical Research and Disability charities doing incredible work every day.
I look forward to welcoming you in person and sharing a memorable evening together.

Horacio Silva
Editor-In-Chief

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Living La Vida Lagerfeld

The world remembers him for fashion. But as a new tome reveals, the iconoclastic designer is defined as much by extravagant, often fantastical, homes as he is clothes.

By Zarah Crawford 22/07/2024

“Lives, like novels, are made up of chapters”, the world-renowned bibliophile, Karl Lagerfeld, once observed. 

Were a psychological-style novel ever to be written about Karl Lagerfeld’s life, it would no doubt give less narrative weight to the story of his reinvigoration of staid fashion houses like Chloe, Fendi and Chanel than to the underpinning leitmotif of the designer’s constant reinvention of himself. 

In a lifetime spanning two centuries, Lagerfeld made and dropped an ever-changing parade of close friends, muses, collaborators and ambiguous lovers, as easily as he changed his clothes, his furniture… even his body. Each chapter of this book would be set against the backdrop of one of his series of apartments, houses and villas, whose often wildly divergent but always ultra-luxurious décor reflected the ever-evolving personas of this compulsively public but ultimately enigmatic man.

With the publication of Karl Lagerfeld: A Life in Houses these wildly disparate but always exquisite interiors are presented for the first time together as a chronological body of work. The book indeed serves as a kind of visual novel, documenting the domestic dreamscapes in which the iconic designer played out his many lives, while also making a strong case that Lagerfeld’s impact on contemporary interior design is just as important, if not more so, than his influence on fashion.

In the studio at the back of the Librarie 7L, Paris, in 2008 — a bookshop established by Lagerfeld himself.

In fact, when the first Lagerfeld interior was featured in a 1968 spread for L’OEil magazine, the editorial describes him merely as a “stylist”. The photographs of the apartment in an 18th-century mansion on rue de Université, show walls lined with plum-coloured rice paper, or lacquered deepest chocolate brown in sharp contrast to crisp, white low ceilings that accentuated the horizontality that was fashionable among the extremely fashionable at the time. Yet amid this setting of aggressively au courant modernism, the anachronistic pops of Art Nouveau and Art Deco objects foreshadow the young Karl’s innate gift for creating strikingly original environments whose harmony is achieved through the deft interplay of contrasting styles and contexts.

Lagerfeld learned early on that presenting himself in a succession of gem-like domestic settings was good for crafting his image. But Lagerfeld’s houses not only provided him with publicity, they also gave him an excuse to indulge in his greatest passion. Shopping!

By 1973, Lagerfeld was living in a new apartment at Place Saint–Sulpice where his acquisition of important Art Deco treasures continued unabated. Now a bearded and muscular disco dandy, he could most often be found in the louche company of the models, starlets and assorted hedonistic beauties that gathered around the flamboyant fashion illustrator Antonio Lopez. Lagerfeld was also in the throes of a hopeless love affair with Jacques de Bascher whose favours he reluctantly shared with his nemesis Yves Saint Laurent.

Hôtel Pozzo di Borgi, from 1977.

He painted the rooms milky white and lined them with specially commissioned carpets—the tawny patterned striations of which invoked musky wild animal pelts. These lent a stark relief to the sleek, machine-age chrome lines of his Deco furnishings. To contemporary eyes it remains a strikingly original arrangement that subtly conveys the tensions at play in Lagerfeld’s own life: the cocaine fuelled orgies of his lover and friends, hosted in the pristine home of a man who claimed that “a bed is for one person”.

In 1975, a painful falling out with his beloved Jacques, who was descending into the abyss of addiction, saw almost his entire collection of peerless Art Deco furniture, paintings and objects put under the auctioneer’s hammer. This was the first of many auction sales, as he habitually shed the contents of his houses along with whatever incarnation of himself had lived there. Lagerfeld was dispassionate about parting with these precious goods. “It’s collecting that’s fun, not owning,” he said. And the reality for a collector on such a Renaissance scale, is that to continue buying, Lagerfeld had to sell. 

Of all his residences, it was the 1977 purchase of Hôtel Pozzo di Borgo, a grand and beautifully preserved 18th-century house, that would finally allow him to fulfill his childhood fantasies of life in the court of Madame de Pompadour. And it was in this aura of Rococó splendour that the fashion designer began to affect, along with his tailored three-piece suits, a courtier’s ponytailed and powdered coif and a coquettish antique fan: marking the beginning of his transformation into a living, breathing global brand that even those with little interest in fashion would immediately recognise.

Place Saint-Sulpice apartment from 1972. At his work station with on the table, his favourite Lalique crystal glass, complete with Coca-Cola.

Lagerfeld’s increasing fame and financial success allowed him to indulge in an unprecedented spending frenzy, competing with deep-pocketed institutions like the Louvre to acquire the finest, most pedigreed pearls of the era—voluptuously carved and gilded bergères; ormolu chests; and fleshy, pastel-tinged Fragonard idylls—to adorn his urban palace. His one-time friend André Leon Talley described him in a contemporary article as suffering from “Versailles complex”. 

However, in mid-1981, and in response to the election of left-wing president, François Mitterrand,  Lagerfeld, with the assistance of his close friend Princess Caroline, became a resident of the tax haven of Monaco. He purchased two apartments on the 21st floor of Le Roccabella, a luxury residential block designed by Gio Ponti. One, in which he kept Jacques de Bascher, with whom he was now reconciled, was decorated in the strict, monochromatic Viennese Secessionist style that had long underpinned his aesthetic vocabulary; the other space, though, was something else entirely, cementing his notoriety as an iconoclastic tastemaker.

Monaco apartment, purchased in 1981: Lagerfeld sits at a tale by George Snowden, with Riviera chairs by Michele de Lucchi. On the table, a cup and sugar bowl by Matteo Thun, flanked by sculptural Treetops lamps by Ettore Sottsass.

Lagerfeld had recently discovered the radically quirky designs of the Memphis Group led by Ettore Sottsass, and bought the collective’s entire first collection and had it shipped to Monaco. In a space with no right angles, these chaotically colourful, geometrically askew pieces—centred on Masanori Umeda’s famous boxing ring—gave visitors the disorientating sensation of having entered a corporeal comic strip. By 1991, the novelty of this jarring postmodern playhouse had inevitably worn thin and once again he sent it all to auction, later telling a journalist that “after a few years it was like living in an old Courrèges. Ha!”

Reverse view of the Monaco living room, featuring Masanori Umeda’s boxing ring and George Snowden’s armchair. Against the back wall the Carlton bookcase by Ettore Sottsass.

In 1989, de Bascher died of an AIDS-related illness, and while Lagerfeld’s career continued to flourish, emotionally the famously stoic designer was struggling. In 2000, a somewhat corpulent Lagerfeld officially ended his “let them eat cake” years at the Hôtel Pozzo di Borgo, selling its sumptuous antique fittings in a massive headline auction that stretched over three days. As always there were other houses, but now with his longtime companion dead, and his celebrity metastasising making him a target for the paparazzi, he began to look less for exhibition spaces and more for private sanctuaries where he could pursue his endless, often lonely, work.

His next significant house was Villa Jako, named for his lost companion and built in the 1920s in a nouveau riche area of Hamburg close to where he grew up. Lagerfeld shot the advertising campaign for Lagerfeld Jako there—a fragrance created in memorial to de Bascher. The house featured a collection of mainly Scandinavian antiques, marking the aesthetic cusp between Art Nouveau and Art Deco. One of its rooms Lagerfeld decorated based on his remembrances of his childhood nursery. Here, he locked himself away to work—tellingly—on a series of illustrations for the fairy tale, The Emperor’s New Clothes. Villa Jako was a house of deep nostalgia and mourning.

But there were more acts—and more houses—to come in Lagerfeld’s life yet. In November 2000, upon seeing the attenuated tailoring of Hedi Slimane, then head of menswear at Christian Dior, the 135 kg Lagerfeld embarked on a strict dietary regime. Over the next 13 months, he melted into a shadow of his former self. It is this incarnation of Lagerfeld—high white starched collars; Slimane’s skintight suits, and fingerless leather gloves revealing hands bedecked with heavy silver rings—that is immediately recognisable some five years after his death.

The 200-year-old apartment in Quái Voltaire, Paris, was purchased in 2006, and after years of slumber Lagerfeld—a newly awakened Hip Van Winkle—was ready to remake it into his last modernist masterpiece. He designed a unique daylight simulation system that meant the monochromatic space was completely without shadows—and without memory. The walls were frosted and smoked glass, the floors concrete and silicone; and any hint of texture was banned with only shiny, sleek pieces by Marc Newson, Martin Szekely and the Bouroullec Brothers permitted. Few guests were allowed into this monastic environment where Lagerfeld worked, drank endless cans of Diet Coke and communed with Choupette, his beloved Birman cat, and parts of his collection of 300,000 books—one of the largest private collections in the world.

Metal-base on a platform covered with chocolate brown carpet. Stratified leather headboard attributed to Eugène Printz.

Lagerfeld died in 2019, and the process of dispersing his worldly goods is still ongoing. The Quái Voltaire apartment was sold this year for US$10.8 million (around $16.3 million). Now only the rue de Saint-Peres property remains within the Lagerfeld trust. Purchased after Quái Voltaire to further accommodate more of his books—35,000 were displayed in his studio alone, always stacked horizontally so he could read the titles without straining his neck—and as a place for food preparation as he loathed his primary living space having any trace of cooking smells. Today, the rue de Saint-Peres residence is open to the public as an arts performance space and most fittingly, a library.

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Watch This Space: Mike Nouveau

Meet the game-changing horological influencers blazing a trail across social media—and doing things their own way.

By Josh Bozin 22/07/2024

In the thriving world of luxury watches, few people own a space that offers unfiltered digital amplification. And that’s precisely what makes the likes of Brynn Wallner, Teddy Baldassarre, Mike Nouveau and Justin Hast so compelling.

These thought-provoking digital crusaders are now paving the way for the story of watches to be told, and shown, in a new light. Speaking to thousands of followers on the daily—mainly via TikTok, Instagram and YouTube—these progressive commentators represent the new guard of watch pundits. And they’re swaying the opinions, and dollars, of the up-and-coming generations who now represent the target consumer of this booming sector.

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Mike Nouveau

Can we please see what’s on the wrist? That’s the question that catapulted Mike Nouveau into watch stardom, thanks to his penchant for highlighting incredibly rare timepieces across his TikTok account of more than 400,000 followers. When viewing Nouveau’s attention-grabbing video clips—usually shot in a New York City neighbourhood—it’s not uncommon to find him wrist-rolling some of the world’s rarest timepieces, like the million-dollar Cartier Cheich (a clip he posted in May).

But how did someone without any previous watch experience come to amass such a cult following, and in the process gain access to some of the world’s most coveted timepieces? Nouveau admits had been a collector for many years, but moved didn’t move into horology full-time until 2020, when he swapped his DJing career for one as a vintage watch specialist.

“I probably researched for a year before I even bought my first watch,” says Nouveau, alluding to his Rolex GMT Master “Pepsi” ref. 1675 from 1967, a lionised timepiece in the vintage cosmos. “I would see deals arise that I knew were very good, but they weren’t necessarily watches that I wanted to buy myself. I eventually started buying and selling, flipping just for fun because I knew how to spot a good deal.”

Nouveau claims that before launching his TikTok account in the wake of Covid-19, no one in the watch community knew he existed. “There really wasn’t much watch content, if any, on TikTok before I started posting, especially talking about vintage watches. There’s still not that many voices for vintage watches, period,” says Nouveau. “It just so happens that my audience probably skews younger, and I’d say there are just as many young people interested in vintage watches as there are in modern watches.”

 

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Nouveau recently posted a video to his TikTok account revealing that the average price of a watch purchased by Gen Z is now almost US$11,000 (around $16,500), with 41 percent of them coming into possession of a luxury watch in the past 12 months.

“Do as much independent research as you can [when buying],” he advises. “The more you do, the more informed you are and the less likely you are to make a mistake. And don’t bring modern watch expectations to the vintage world because it’s very different. People say, ‘buy the dealer’, but I don’t do that. I trust myself and myself only.”

Read more about the influencers shaking up horology here with Justin Hast, Brynn Wallner and Teddy Baldassare.

 

 

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This Pristine 1960 Ferrari 250 Spider Could Fetch $24 Million at Auction

The car wears the same colours and has the same engine it left the factory with.

By Bryan Hod 22/07/2024

Some Ferraris are just a little bit more important than others.

Take, for example, the 1960 250 GT SWB California that RM Sotheby’s is auctioning off during this year’s Monterey Car Week. Any example of the open-top beauty would attract interest, but this one just so happens to be the first one that was built.

The 250 is one of the most legendary series of cars in Ferrari history. Between 1952 and 1964, the company released 21 different 250 models—seven for racetracks, 14 for public roads—of which the “Cali Spider” might be the most well regarded, thanks to its potent V-12 and a Pininfarina-penned design that is one of the most beautiful bodies to grace an automobile. The roadster, which was specifically built for the U.S., made its debut in 1957 as a long-wheel-base model (LWB), but it wasn’t until the SWB model debut in 1960 that it became clear how special it was. This example isn’t just the first to roll off the line. It’s the actual car that was used to introduce the world to the model at the 1960 Geneva Motor Show.

1960 Ferrari 250 GT SWB California Spider by Scaglietti Remi Dargegen/RM Sotheby’s

Just 56 examples of the 250 GT SWB California Spider would be built by Scaglietti during the three years it was in production. The first of those, chassis 1795 GT, is finished in a glossy coat of Grigio. The two-door had a red leather interior at Geneva but was returned to the factory and re-outfitted with black leather upholstery before being delivered to its original owner, British race car driver John Gordon Bennet. Six-and-a-half decades later the car looks identical to how it did when it left the factory the second time.

In addition to its original bodywork, the chassis 1795 GT features its original engine, gearbox, and rear axle. That mill is the competition-spec Tipo 168, a 3.0-litre V-12 that makes 196.1 kW. That may not sound like much by today’s standards, but, when you consider that the 250 GT SWB California Spider tips the scales around 952 kilograms, it’s more than enough.

Remi Dargegen/RM Sotheby’s

The first 250 GT SWB California Spider is scheduled to go up for bid during RM Sotheby’s annual Monterey Car Week auction, which runs from Thursday, August 15, to Saturday, August 17. Unsurprisingly, the house has quite high hopes for the car. The car carries an estimate of between $24 million and $26 million, which could make it one of the most expensive cars ever sold at auction.

Remi Dargegen/RM Sotheby’s

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