One-of-One Land Rover Defender D110 - Lazare

Lazare — A Helderburg 110 Built for Presence

When I first spoke with Ed about building his Helderburg, something he said stayed with me. He told me he’s reached a point in life where he no longer chases status; he seeks substance.

He spoke about how life today has become dulled by convenience. Everything is automated, digitized, and simplified, yet somehow, we feel less. He misses the tactile feel of turning a knob, the weight of a mechanical window, and the sound of gears engaging beneath his hand. He said even driving has lost its romance. Cars have become so insulated and sanitized that you can’t even smell the pine trees as you wind through the countryside.

He told me that we plan these elaborate vacations to get away from it all, but somehow, they become more work than rest. What he truly needed wasn’t another destination; it was presence.

That’s what led him to Helderburg. For Ed, a Helderburg isn’t about showing success; it’s about feeling again. It’s about quiet luxury that doesn’t shout but allows space for reflection, connection, and meaning.

When we began to design his Helderburg, now named Lazare, he shared a memory that shaped everything that followed. Years ago, he saw a vintage Ferrari parked in a small Italian town square. The late afternoon sun reflected off the paint, casting a soft golden hue across the cobblestones. He said he couldn’t explain why, but something about that color made him feel something. It was a moment that stayed with him ever since. We recreated that feeling with a custom shade of soft gold that captures that same warmth, that same memory.

Inside, the deep red leather was inspired by the old Cartier watch boxes that once signified something special, not because of the object inside, but because of the anticipation, the care, and the craftsmanship it represented. The stitching on the seats reminded him of the private jet he once owned, a small nod to a chapter of life that taught him how comfort and purpose can coexist.

It’s funny how the smallest memories often carry the most meaning. Not the grand vacations or the lavish experiences, but those subtle shimmers that imprint on us without explanation.

Lazare became a reflection of all those fragments, moments that remind us that beauty isn’t always loud or deliberate. It’s often quiet, personal, and deeply human.

To Ed, driving through the mountain roads of Park City in his Helderburg brings more joy than any luxury resort or faraway escape ever could. It’s not about arrival; it’s about the experience of motion, the sound of the engine, the scent of pine, and the laughter of family in the passenger seats.

He reminded me that true wealth isn’t measured by what we own. It’s measured by how alive we allow ourselves to feel. Lazare is his meditation on time, patience, and gratitude, and a reminder that simplicity, when done well, is the most profound form of sophistication.