I f you’re a millennial, you’ll know all about Laura Jackson. If you’re not — or if you are, say, me — then you may never have heard of her. Her Instagram feed offers clues.
It ranges from motivational quotes to attending the Dior couture show. She hands out Wagamama takeaways in an extremely millennial kitchen and drinks cocktails with Stanley Tucci. In one reel she dresses a dinner table with dahlias stuck in tomatoes.
In another she fashions ribbons of cucumber into bows and scatters broad beans down the table. The dahlias give me pause. I am not one of life’s great hostesses.
It occurs to me that even if I were, I would not think to stick a dahlia in a tomato. So I.
