November 25, 2016 |
It is with great sadness that we say goodbye to the big ol’ brows of 10, our Junior Fashion Editor, Will (Willy) Johns. We think back to the early days of him suckling on our breast, and how he has now blossomed into a beautiful butterfly. Flit butterfly flit. On to grand new adventures, but for now all of us at Ten Towers will remember the good times…
Natalie – My favourite thing about Will, probably the ease with which he can be tortured, something he never questions. From simply whispering boo when he leaves the bathroom which results in him falling to the ground in fear, to telling him that you’ve created a nice little den for him in the cupboard under the stairs and wouldn’t he like to see it? Into which he will willing crawl and then you lock him in there for an hour, because any longer would be frowned upon during office hours, to simply very gently stroking his arm with a clammy hand, everyday is an opportunity to think of new ways to reduce him to a blubbering, shivering mess of a human being. I will greatly miss these many special moments we have shared in his all too brief time here.
Jack – Dearest Willy, how will I survive without your knowledge of the finer things in life? Where to source hand plucked elderflowers for a fresh Hugo or a facial that removes 12 layers of skin to give one the visage of a 3-year old baby? Spring water filtered through several layers of volcanic Alpine rock? How to keep myself looking hydrated on a plane (in 39 easy steps)? Without your advice I will continue to be, as you have deemed me on several occasions, a “big floating black sack”. I will miss your inimitable presence in the office, your very handsome glowing face (and beak) and always potent insights into current world affairs (“What’s Brexit?”) I know that you will go on to do great things and shall luxuriate in the spoils – for which I wish you all the luck in the world.
Phoebe – My favourite memory of Will is definitely the time I reduced him to tears. No, I’m not a monster (well, wasn’t being on this particular occasion anyway)… Said tears were shed when I recounted the tale of my engagement whilst strolling down Regent Street with Mr. Johns. I should add that both in the telling of the tale and betrothal itself I remained shamefully dry eyed. But our Will, romantic Disney Prince that he is, was so touched by the fairytale ending (well obvs, after an engagement comes a wedding) that the tears streamed. Again, this was on Regent Street. In public. Real tears. The moral of this tale? Will, my beauteous Cinderella, kiss some frogs, keep buying those (Prada) slippers, let down that gorgey hair… and your Prince Charming will come.
Dominic – My favourite thing about Will? His big, fat…brain. That boy knows everything, and isn’t shy to let you know. It’s like magic. The pink pound, differentiating countries and continents, what Brexit is (not a cereal), you name it, he knows it. And there’s more. What he lacks in general knowledge he makes up for in beauty knowledge. He can tell you how to tame your bushy brows, or how to make your upper lip visible to the naked eye, even how accentuate your rump. Thanks Will for taking me under your wing as a wee intern and nuzzling me with your beak, making me grow into the big and strong fashion queen I am today. Without you, I’d probably be a much better person. Bye bitch!
Michaela – What does Michaela love about Will? His strict beauty regime. Michaela is perhaps most privy to what goes on inside the private parlour in the basement of Ten Towers when Will locks himself in for hours on end. Perhaps he is just taking a large dump you might be wondering, but no, because how else would you explain his glowing visage upon exit? Anything else? His fear of nipples. His own and others. Being tweaked, pinched, bitten. Anything too aggressive. He’s probably cringing right now as he reads this.
Garth – My favourite thing about Will would have to be his attention to detail for his personal appearance. Every day when he comes in clothes perfectly steamed, eyebrows perfectly groomed. How does he do it? Nobody knows. That’s why his hair is big, it’s full of secrets. Thanks for all the complimentary dry shampoo, it will be missed.
