Oliver Franklin-Wallis

My gateway drug was a moisturiser. It’s your typical midlife crisis story: one morning, struggling with early onset wrinkles (thirties, kids) and overdry skin (lizardlike genetics, suboptimal hydration), I asked my wife if she had anything that could make me look less like a Mad Max villain. At the time, my skincare routine was as basic as it gets: water, soap, a thin coat of Kiehl’s Ultra Facial, done. My partner, on the other hand, is someone who not only understands the differences between gl…