Manchester is better than London. This we know to be true. The people are nicer and the accents are inviting and the air blissfully clear. “But wait a minute” you’re thinking – “what about the Selfridges?”
“Surely that monolith on Oxford Street is superior? Just by its sheer size it must trump its Northern sister? I mean, cripes – it has flags!”
Here’s the truth though: Manchester’s Selfridges is better. Wholly unbiased am I (leave my Mancunian blood out of this) when I say that Exchange Square is more fun than Oxford St.
First and foremost, it isn’t so big that you risk being cursed to walk the shiny halls for evermore, unable to afford anything. And another thing: any contact with fellow humans does not leave you with a weird abandoned feeling or awkward aversion of eyes. Basically – as is the case for literally every scenario – Manchester trumps London when it comes to friendliness.
So it was that my Saturday afternoon in the makeup chair at Charlotte Tilbury felt more like I was having my makeup done by a mate than an MUA. Grace, head artist at Exchange Square Charlotte Tilbury, treated me to the Rock Chick look (there are ten in total) and a natter. Plus, I didn’t get lost on my wait out.