It always seems to be the most fictional of characters that find themselves casually slow dancing in their kitchen while the soup boils over or locking eyes across a crowded party and sneaking away for a quick waltz in a 1940’s garden.
I’d like to think that somewhere in the world (probably in Europe) is someone who’s mastered the art of the spontaneous slow dance.

Here’s my ideal playlist for all things cheek to cheek.

Gramaphone