Good morning, Mr Bond… Skyfall, the 23rd bout of Bondage, is out later this year. Do we expect you to talk? No – but we do expect you to scrub up…
FEEL LIKE BOND
Ted Baker’s Ottoman Lounge (picture 1)
Ted Baker’s been expecting you. At least, he should be, at the new appointment-only Ottoman Lounge in Holborn. Whether you treat yourself to a haircut from Ted’s master barber (£40); hot towel shave (£30); both (£60); a pedicure (£45); or have your Roger Moore-esque eyebrows trimmed as part of a facial (£60), you will leave feeling sharper than one of Bond’s tailor-made suits. On which note, there is the alternative of Ted’s Tailor Made Experience (£125), a bespoke treatment designed around your skin type that includes all of the above, as well as a manicure. Positively, shockingly good.
SMELL LIKE BOND
Okay, so Bond didn’t actually wear any fragrance at all in Ian Fleming’s books. Completely ignoring that fact, MI5 (for we presume it is they) are launching this ‘unique fusion of traditionally authentic and unmistakably British ingredients’. No, not liquidised gold medals, Pimm’s and fish and chips – more a backbone of lavender blended with vetyver, complemented by moss and coumarin undertones and notes of apple. Available exclusively in Harrods from Wednesday and nationwide from September, wear it shaken or stirred – do we look like we give a damn?
LOOK LIKE BOND
Carol Joy: For His Eyes Only (3)
A luxury daily eye cream that reduces the appearance of fine lines, wrinkles, puffiness and dark circles – for when you’ve been burning the candle at both ends foiling super-villains by day and gambling huge wads of government cash while romancing impossibly beautiful women by night. Alternatively, there is the For Your Eyes Only treatment at The Dorchester (£65 for 35 minutes), which will refresh, revitalise and moisturise tired peepers with ingredients including skin-enhancing golden millet oil and reviving and detoxifying caffeine. Helpful if, like Archer’s Woodhouse, there is during the course of your service the constant threat of having sand rubbed in your dead little eyes.