Hey Mate, I had a dream you went blonde and you were really happy with it. Maybe it’s something to look forward to for the other side.
Meanwhile, I woke up to the news that EFFING PRINCE CHARLES has covid-19. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised because the brother has to interact with a lot of people and the footage I saw on ABC news breakfast this morning suggests he’s had a hard time shifting from handshakes to elbow-taps. I’m assuming he has no shortage of locations in which to self-isolate, and he’ll no doubt be fine. But maybe he won’t be. He’s no spring chicken. He could die. He could give it to his mother and she could die.
Let’s move on.
I’m assuming your inboxes are all stuffed full of messages about temporary closures, changes to opening hours, snap sales and what not. Poor retail business-owning folk. Poor folk who work in retail and cafes and schools and, like, everywhere that things are super messed up. So, like, everywhere.
Most of these emails express confusion and uncertainty, and some of them have a touch of optimism which I’m finding extremely lovely.
Not sure Scanlan and Theodore are really capturing the mood with the email they sent me this week, subject “Luxe Statements”.
Is the current mood really “understated luxury”?
That sequin halter top better made out of tiny stock cubes because if not, NO THANKS.
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