And no, this does not mean we have been lying horizontally on top of random objects. Instead, we have been reconstructing the contents of Dear Fashion, mixing the pages, taking some bits out and adding new ones in. This all has happened on a thing called plank, our dearest friend and companion for the coming weeks.
"It's just a bit too warm to go outside anyway, isn't it?" said the editor who spent 97% of this lovely sunny day indoors playing with the plank. For sure, she will be pale as an empty word file all year round, but that's alright: tanning is so passé anyway. This song, however, is not.