Air’s Nicolas Godin and Jean-Benoît Dunckel are tucked away in a dimly lit private dining room in a posh West London hotel. A coterie of PRs and management hover while the foam dries to a white crust on Nicolas’ cappuccino cup. They’re both clad in head to toe regulation French chic. Nicolas is wearing a polo neck, Jean- Benoît (who introduces himself as “J-B”) a midnight coloured baker boy cap. No one is smoking but there is an implicit tang of Gitanes. They couldn’t be more French if they’d been scripted by Luc Besson.
Nicolas Godin , Jean-Benoît Dunckel