The Great Trophy Caper

To you, hopping off a red double-decker,

Welcome to the Storm Post Office. This letter is posted from London, 1966, where the streets are all miniskirts, polka dots and scooters, and the shop-window lettering is squeezed tighter every week. The envelope is blocks of tangerine, cream and teal, screenprinted with a slightly rough grain; black-and-white rings make your eyes swim, and a trophy hides in their negative space. A tiny dog postage stamp sits in the corner, beside a perforated strip that is an admission ticket to some exhibition hall.

About this city, a man once said something very London: “when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” — Samuel Johnson, in James Boswell’s The Life of Samuel Johnson (1791)

That spring a golden cup vanished from an exhibition hall and, a week later, was sniffed out by a dog out for a walk. We will not say who the thief was; only that a city like this makes even a theft a little funny. Come in, sit down, and write your letter with a bit of wit.

May your letters never go astray

Storm Post Office

1966 · London