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In the world of monthly magazines (or 10 times a year in the case of Monocle) Christmas comes two months early. As we send the last few pages off to press and count the minutes until we can crack open that magnum of Laurent-Perrier to celebrate our biggest issue ever, it should be lightly snowing outside, there should be a cosy glow in windows up and down our street and everyone should be humming a favourite carol. As it’s the end of October in an unseasonably warm London, however, it doesn’t even feel like Halloween.

That’s not to say it’s not…



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