Antoni Porowski is waving to us from the top of the Shard. “If sightseeing is your thing, London doesn’t mess around,” he shouts as the camera swoops past his custard-yellow cagoule. “Go beyond the postcards and this city goes deep!”
What could this mean, we wonder, as we watch our hexagon-jawed host whoop cautiously behind a safety barrier. We wait for Porowski to elaborate. He does not. The former model merely waves again, and the soundbite drifts off, bewilderingly, into the clouds. But then, Best of the World With Antoni Porowski is no place for elucidation. Clarity would only muddy the four-part travel show’s vibe; the vibe, or “message”, essentially being “stop asking questions and just enjoy this decontextualised shot of Antoni Porowski embracing a yorkshire terrier in a gilet”.
