Photography Yassin Serghini

We just got off the phone with a (rather amazingly, quite efficient and on-the-ball) gent from the Belgian Post (apparently, we have our own account manager) who was kind enough to notify us that, due to a fuck-up at the Ixelles/Elsene sorting house (the idiots don’t seem capable of sending a truck in the right direction, meaning over 1,000 copies of The Skin Issue, which had diligently and hastely been packed away by our interns Angélique and Timothy first thing Tuesday morning, somehow ended up in Liege), our beloved subscribers will now have to wait until tomorrow (for the lucky ones) or even Monday (for the more unfortunate ones) before they get to, well, get underneath our skin. We are terribly sorry for any inconvenience caused (we know you guys like to end your week on a Word note) but it is well and truly out of our power.

It's the other way ya twat

It's the other way ya twat

This isn’t to say that our respect for Rudy, our local postman, has dimished. Quite the contrary: he is the perfect embodiment of a neighbourhood postman (chatty, smily and even a little flirty with the street’s older women) and we only wish he could instill a little of his profesionalism and loveliness on his colleagues back at the depot.

In the meantime, you might already see the new issue appear on the streets of the capital today and tomorrow whilst Antwerp, Ghent, Leuven and Brugge will be served Monday and Tuesday. And for those who can’t wait to know what Skin meant to us, here’s a little taster of things to come.