The Rake June 2021 - Issue 76

The world’s preeminent publication dedicated to the renaissance in gentlemanly sophistication and style, THE RAKE recaptures the codes of classic men’s elegance. Inspired by icons such as Cary Grant, Fred Astaire, the Duke of Windsor, Gianni Agnelli, Sean Connery, and their contemporary counterparts, THE RAKE provides incisive, in-depth commentary on magnificent menswear, and the many other elements of gentlemanly living, from manners and ethics, to art and design, tasteful travel, health and well-being, the intellectual and philosophical, to homes, modes of transport, entertainment, food and drink. THE RAKE is the modern voice of classic elegance.

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letter from the founder

I miss travelling. For the first time since the pandemic swept through the world like wildfire, and irrevocably transformed our lives, I have to say, “Seriously, I can’t fucking take it any more”. I choked it down, suppressed it for more than a year, and kept myself happy, buoyant, positive and centred with a steady diet of vegetables, the endorphin rush of blasting through my anaerobic threshold every morning, and gin. A lot of gin. But like Howard Beale says in Network, “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more”. While the majority of the world seems to have got to grips with Covid, and people are again able to gather safely and remake their bonds of friendship, on the island nation where I’ve…

letter from the editor-in-chief

Adventure is worthwhile, Aesop says. I have seen giraffes copulate (quite funny) and have been hustled into an apartment in Havana to take a look at fake cigars (less funny). In my spice drawer at home I still have a tub of cinnamon bought from Jemaa el-Fnaa in Marrakesh six years ago; I bear a scar on my right thigh from an accident with a boat propeller in Canada in 1993; and nine months after my wife and I honeymooned in Mauritius, our firstborn arrived. I would by no means count myself as well travelled, but I have developed the itch to travel that many perpetually hope to scratch. So, with Covid restrictions in various parts of the world finally easing, an issue of The Rake dedicated to the subject…


CHARLIE GRAY Charlie Gray is an international fashion and portrait photographer based in London. He is known for his playful, cinematic and intimate photographs that capture his subjects iconically. Gray is inspired by past photography masters Richard Avedon and Terry O’Neill and filmmakers Martin Scorsese and Michael Mann. Charlie has been a regular in these pages, and we are delighted that he has now shot his first cover for us. With his knack for creating images of warmth and drama, could there be a better subject for Charlie than the spellbinding Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen? See Gray’s cover shoot with Mikkelsen on page 92. NICK FOULKES Nick, the historian, author and Contributing Editor at The Rake — and surely London’s most prominent luxury commentator — writes for periodicals including How To Spend It,…

the wild whirlwind of mustique

Towards the end of 1976, Colin Tennant threw himself an elaborate 50th birthday celebration on Mustique, the Caribbean island he had bought on a whim nearly two decades before. The week-long carousing culminated in a party billed as a latter-day Field of the Cloth of Gold; Macaroni Beach, the island’s finest bay, was decked out like Croesus’s palace. The trees and grass had been sprayed gold, while guests processed through triumphal arches made of plaited gold palm fronds. Princess Margaret, Tennant’s great friend and fellow Mustique resident, sported a gold kaftan and matching turban; Bianca Jagger was resplendent in a gold Scarlett O’Hara-style hooped dress with matching parasol, while Mick, in slashed shirt, cut-off jeans and straw hat, resembled a gilded Davy Crockett. The host presided in a tight satin…

‘my agent said i was born for the role. the description was, “young, smart and physically frail”’

Had Harrison Osterfield arrived a decade or so earlier, his Surrey accent and floppy hair would have made a fine fit for an English actor in Hollywood. But on his first day at the BRIT School, London’s college for the performing arts, the 24-year-old wondered whether it was all a mistake. “I’d just left my strait-laced boarding school, and here I was, surrounded by extroverts,” he tells The Rake. As becomes evident in our chat, Harrison is more than the sum of his posher parts. He toes the party line (there are people listening in, don’t you know?) but cracks on-point jokes, which help betray the mischief beneath those enviable Bloomsbury looks. An English leading man in the semi-traditional sense of the word — both ‘bugger’ and ‘pardon’ — he is…

mad about the boy

He looks like just another Hollywood hunk to us now, but Guy Madison was once one of the most familiar faces in America. His role as television’s Wild Bill Hickok in the 1950s made him one of the biggest stars on screen, an icon of undemanding mass entertainment. The tough-but-fair cowboy figure he established in that role was what would keep him in work for 40 years, but in truth that was already his second act. Before then, he had made his name as one of the first male pin-ups of a new era of film, packaged and sold to the public as a sex symbol, regardless of acting talent, in a manner that would help define the next 50 years of entertainment. The studio claimed to have received 43,000 letters,…