I want you to analyze the writing below and learn to write the same, i recently took a trip to Guatemala and stayed in lake Atitlan and Antigua, with my girlfriend for her birthday and two women friends who are dating each other. i shot photos of my girlfriend on film. I haven’t used my camera in a while as I’ve been feeling uninspired and lost. The last year for me has been rough.
We drove 3 hours to the lake from the airport and enjoyed the water and exploring. using this information and the writing styles below between the parentheses as examples. I want you to write me something similar about my trip 


“I CAME UP with the idea for an Adventure Issue the moment I saw the incredible portfolio of George Rodger, the debonair guy in the beret on this issue's cover, standing on the hood of his Land Rover. A co-founder of Magnum Photos, he documented his 1957 Saharan journey with his wife, Jinx, for National Geographic, which my friend Russell Blackmore from Sonic Editions shared with me, knowing I would love it. I couldn't believe how insanely daring the trip was, and how beautifully documented, and I felt like people needed to see these pictures outside of this private portfolio (though you can also now buy these limited-edition prints at soniceditions.com/wmbrown). Adventure is the thread connecting all the stories -from cars and watches to meals and gear, they are all inspired by a love for exploration, grit, and the great outdoors.
The stories in this issue are meant to inspire with transportive visuals and essays. There is more to some of them- how to make the boar ragu from The Hunt, recipes from Brad Leone's Field Notes, cocktail ideas from Morgan Weber, who takes us inside the art of traditional sotol distilling. These details will be appearing in Wm Brown Weekly, a (not always weekly) Substack newsletter I launched last fall to fill the gaps between issues of the magazine, and which is full of more practical and hard-working intel, from tailoring tips and advice about luggage to my favorite vermouths or places in Italy. Paid subscribers can access the archival content, pose questions for me to answer (instead of DM'ing me on Instagram, which I can never keep track of) and be the first to know of new collab product drops-all of which feels like timely tracks forward in the adventure that is the Wm Brown Project.


WHEN I GET off a plane in Italy, the first meal I crave isn't cacio e pepe or vongole, but a classic toast. These are typically made from a slice of prosciutto cotto (cooked ham) and fontina pressed between two slices of white bread, with the bread cut so thin the press gives them a crackery crunch. You can find toast in any bar that serves coffee and panini, and they can be just as good in an Autogrill off of the highway as they are at Caffè Gilli in Florence. That said, I've found it's become something of a vanishing art as plain toasts are replaced by fan-cier-style sandwiches even in the humblest cafes. But when I find these simple twists on the classic grilled ham and cheese, they're just perfection washed down with an espresso macchiato. 



The Library
WHEN I WAS a kid, I remember my dad reading books about incredible adventures that seemed to take him very far away from our world in Binghamton, New York. My own direct initiation into this genre was the book Alive, by Piers Paul Read, the now infamous true story about the Uruguayan rugby team that crashed in the Andes mountains and their rather desperate tactics to survive. I eventually moved on to nonfiction yarns like Peking to Par-is, about the iconic motorcar race in 1907, and Moonfire, Norman Mailer's retelling of the 1969 moon landing. I likewise find vicarious thrills through resourceful cookbooks like After The Hunt, with the how-to on cooking wild boar and alligator, or the scout friendly The Field and Forest Handy Book. I think on some level I'm prodded by the thought that if I someday find myself in a life-or-death situation, I will have laid in some survivalist knowledge. At this point I will never scale the heights of Everest, but I love reading Sir Edmund Hillary's account of his team's endurance and their almost superhuman conquest to plant their flag on the roof of the earth.


The Scent
NOTHING SMELLS OF adventure quite like
Bay Rum. It evokes months at sea, sailing the world in search of riches. The scent has its roots in the West Indies of several hundred years ago, when sailors navigating that region used the bay leaf and its berries steeped in rum as a cologne to mask the stink of long stretches at sea. It was also a popular scent for men aboard ships during WWII, an antidote for the same hygiene problem. The scent evolved into a timeless cologne and hair tonic that has now become an old-school standard in men's grooming, with its exotic Caribbean spices that are woody and sweet. Bay Rum is one of those true classics that can be found in men's shops around the world right next to the blue blazers and knit ties. It can also be found in your favorite barber shop, which is where I discovered this one made by my friend Roberto (aka Bob) Polidori. Bob is the owner of what is known to be the oldest barber shop in Rome, Genco Sala Da Barba on Via dei Por-toghesi, and for six years he has been bottling his own version, Genco Bay Rum. Drawn to the mix of history and masculine elegance represented in this scent, he produces around 50 bottles or so a year-an infusion of exotic spices, citrus and bay leaves in añejo rum that comes from a centuries-old pirate recipe. MH



Work in Progress
I AM A huge Land Rover fan-
never before seen in the states (few
and of course I love Defenders (old
made it, if any). The car was in great
and new)-but I have always had a
condition with only a few body
sweet spot for the Discovery. After dings and dents, and its owner had
all, the Discovery (or "Disco") was preserved the interior with 5-speed
the first Land Rover I owned. It was
manual transmission and the origi-
a 1999 Discovery II in gold, to be nal 200 TDI engine. exact, and I loved it. Also, the Dis-
Yolanda and I flew into France,
covery is the 4×4 that conquered the drove across the border near San
jungle in the famous Camel Trophy.
Sebastian in Spain, and bought
They are comfortable and quiet, the car. We then spent a summer with some very practical upgrades driving it around Europe before
from the Defender.
shipping it back to New York. My
Yolanda and I had grown tired plan was to have Brooklyn Coach-of renting cars when we were vis- works turn it into a "WMB Edition" iting our house in France last sum-
Landy with just minor mechanical
mer (and the Panda is really only and restoration touches. It went practical as a market runner). So into the shop for the body dings- it I decided to look for a car to buy. I also got a fresh coat of paint, all-first spotted this Series One Land new plastic detailing, plus a new Rover Discovery on a web search set of rims and tires-and is look-for Discos in my region. I found ing sharp. Next up, I'll add some one in Spain, and I immediately fell negroni lifestyle touches: think in love with it. First, there was the portable bar and accessories. Stand color, negroni red, and the fact that by for the final reveal-then she is it was a 2-door version that I have going up for sale! MH



Object of Desire
I RARELY SHOOT film anymore, but when I found this Leica R3 35mm in olive green, I knew it was something I had to have in my life. Leica is such an iconic German brand, wielded by greats from Henri Cartier-Bresson to Robert Capa; all the best Magnum photographers use it. These were the photographers that inspired me to buy my first Leicas to begin with. I have had a stable of M and R bodies throughout the years, but never an R3 Safari in green, which was developed for use in the field in a limited edition of only 5,000 - released in 1976 and engraved with a serial number above the eye-piece. I think it's cool that Leica designed this camera to use in the bush of the Serengeti or the jungle of Sumatra, even though a black camera would be fine for camouflage purposes. I'm definitely packing it on my next hunting trip, but so far I've only made use of it in the urban jungle. MH


Gear Survey
IADMIT, I am not a camper. I have no nostalgia for the utilitarian Coleman Stove or sporks. But leave it to the Japanese to create the sexiest camping gear imaginable, seamlessly combining function, aesthetics, and elevated materials. Snow Peak was founded in 1958 by Japanese mountaineer Yukio Yamai in Japan's Niigata Prefecture, who recruited local fine metalworkers to create innovative climbing products. Now run by his son, the company continues to make minimalist, functional pieces that would look as at home in your pantry as tied to your backpack. I have Snow Peak pour-over coffee cones in Brooklyn and I use their butane torch to light my Weber upstate. Even the vacuum-in-sulated titanium sake set is simultaneously rug-ged, elegant and technologically advanced without looking techie. Picturing myself sipping a sake out of it by a sparking fire might almost tempt me to go camping. But not really. MH



The Valet
THE SWISS ARMY KNIFE was originally designed as a utility tool for soldiers in the 1880s-and immediately became iconic for its red handle, white cross, and clutch of miniature tools. Leave it to the Middle Europeans to create a pocketknife dedicated to good grooming. I find it so funny that this crafty survival gadget, so emblematic of daring Swiss mountaineering and military cun-ning, contains everything you need to care for your nails and cuticles. The Victorinox 580 houses a nail clipper, scissors, file, plus the all-important tweezer and toothpick.
But if you should find yourself in a pickle worthy of MacGyver (who carried a Vic-torinox Tinker), the scissors may be good enough to snip your way out. MH


Furnishings
OMERSA'S FOOTSTOOLS ARE one of the more unlikely heirloom traditions I can think of. Handcrafted in England since 1927 out of leather and stuffed with pine "wood wool, the story has it that they were created by a luggage-maker at Liberty of London looking to reuse leftover leather, where they sold exclusively until the 1970s. A Yugoslav immigrant named Dmitri Omersa took over the business and moved it to Hertfordshire, and his growing list of animals eventually became a mainstay underfoot in English country homes, including royal ones (Prince William has one). I always noticed them in the libraries and living rooms of the most high-Wasp houses growing up-and, of course, I was aware of them from the famous photo of Edie Sedgwick in Vogue, posing on a rhino version of the pouf. I've wanted to own one forever, and a few years ago, Yolanda bought me a vintage bull for Christmas. About a week later, I bought myself the pig. I'm still searching for a rhinoceros for my menagerie, which grows better and more burnished with age, thanks to the (socked and bare) footprints of time. MH



Found
RECENTLY, WHEN RUMMAGING around my mother's attic, I found this Ducks Unlimited hat of my dads.
My father had dozens of baseball caps, most of them from DU. My father was an avid, if not obsessed, duck hunter and was involved in the local chapter of Ducks Unlimited, where we lived in the Southern Tier of New York. DU conserves, restores, and manages wetlands and habitats for North America's waterfowl. There was duck everything all over our house growing up: carved wooden decoys, taxidermy ducks, waterfowl art, ashtrays and cocktail glasses. I felt a bit sorry that my mom had to live with all this, but my dad had passionately loved duck hunting and, more importantly, he loved ducks. This hat affirms for me that he was not alone. It is a hat that was worn to a DU convention or meet-up of some sort, decorated with pins that were exchanged and worn in solidarity for the commitment to this bird and to the sport. MH