“Darling, I’m so nervous”. Lincoln frets into my neck as we look at our outfits in the mirror. After the huge success of his film in America, advertising deals were flowing through our front door like a biblical flood. After a little consideration, Lincoln decided to be the new face of Dior. The suit he wears tonight is black, with velvet lapels and a velvet seam strip that runs from hip to hem. Coordinating with my colour of choice, his shirt was a maroon shade, with a matching silk handkerchief. Likewise, I too, was dressed in Dior, but it wasn’t on loan from the designer, borrowed from Luis or gifted by Lincoln: I had bought it for myself. Profit predictions for ‘MAKE ME UP’ had all been drastically underestimated, since every working day of the week was crammed with appearances on ch

