I am a long time devotee of Chanel’s cult Les Beiges Bronzing Cream. It is sunshine in a pot, delivering just the breed of expensive, refined ‘I’m fresh from a boat’ bronze that elevates any situation, whether you’re stomping around Shepherd’s Bush or - indeed - swanning around some fabulous marina in the South of France.
Yep, to me this is more than a bronzer - it is the instant illusion of rude health, or “bonne mine” as they say far more elegantly, south of The Channel.
