Brett Anderson: Britain’s Accidental Ambassador of Elegant Doom
Brett Anderson and the Curious Case of the Global Everyman By Our Man in the Departures Lounge Somewhere between the duty-free cigarette counter and Gate C-19, the name “Brett Anderson” flashed across a hundred screens like a low-budget prophecy. In São Paulo it was spelled “Bret,” in Seoul “Buretteu,” and in the fluorescent corridors of…