In 1958, Aldo Vastapane created the first duty free shop at Brussels Airport Company; a humble incarnation of a retail concept that only existed at Shannon Airport in Ireland. What a beautiful image, so evocative of an age gone by.
After an horrendous couple of days. it’s time to split. As in get the hell out of the UK and as in fly to Split.
“The last time you dashed for a bagel and a coffee before making your flight… did you give any thought to what goes into the feeding and watering, potentially, of 100,000 people on a given day?”
This challenge introduces the importance of reading for enjoyment, a welcome initiative in an age where children increasingly have a superglue-like bond with their games devices.
What does the message say? That the product, a Johnnie Walker Black Label variant, is exclusive. To both country and to retailer. No clumsy ‘travel retail exclusive’, just EXCLUSIVE.
From Hamad to Hepburn. Add a small food & beverage offer, play Moon River to passengers, ask them to close their eyes and they could be on Fifth Avenue standing alongside Audrey herself…
This is a destination merchandise offer that truly does justice to the wonderful products that the great nation of Greece, replete with such a bountiful breadbasket, produces.
Perhaps Booba’s Exclamation (Coty) of Insolence (by Guerlain) contradicted Kaaris’s claim that he was The One (Dolce & Gabbana)?
Beloved passengers. Not a bad addition to airport parlance is it? Especially when accompanied by what I call a truly cool airport initiative.
What is it about Marqette? It seems to have both the most honest travellers (see our last quite lovely Blog) and the most honest staff. FAB-ulously honest, in fact.
Like so many things that have happened at this outstanding airport over the past extraordinary few weeks (let alone 20 years), these performances are hitting exactly the right notes.
My original Worldwide Headquarters back in West London is looking more interim than permanent after my neighbour decided to light a bonfire at the back of his garden on Saturday. During a heatwave. As you do.
“Did you buy those clubs in a yard sale, man? Wow, they’re old…” That was how the world number five ranked golfer Jon Rahm greeted me (and my elderly set of Taylor Mades) today at the Dubai Duty Free Irish Open Pro-Am in Ballyliffin, County Donegal. An insult from one of the world’s greats to