The Niff of Nihilism
Dec. 19th, 2008 10:12 amBefore this virus thing nearly killed me, I had a strange experience courtesy of
theoclarke. I do not know this gentleman nearly as well as I would like to, I met him through mutual friends at a party and have found him to be an excellent chum in all things. So when he recommended the perfumes of Commes Des Garcons to me, I decided, in the spirit of olfactory adventure, to seek them out.
I love getting lost around Bond Street, where everything glitters in a slightly less cheapncheerful way and the allure of shop windows has mortgage eating capacity; Sothebys, Bulgari, Van Cleef and Arpel, Cartier, times and worlds I always associate with my mother. Away past all these wonders, I went to the Doverstreet market, to find the home of Comme Des Garcons, where I found a pyramid of perfumes. I tried Odeur 71 because it's got the most irresistably peculiar marketing, a perfume 'for an alien on an olfactory odyssey across the earth.' Apparently Odeur 71 incorporates smells such as 'photocopier ink, burnt out toasters, tyres, dust on a lightbulb...'Wow. I had to try.
And yes. It really does smell of electric short circuits and tyres, manga future, metal landscape. I'm impressed that they could do it, but they needn't have bothered on my account. It's anti-fairy, wear this and no hippy will ever cross your threshhold again. For some it may be worth the 70 quid they're asking. I personally discover I am not as sophisticated in my tastes as the gallant
theoclarke considers. In the end I'm an old softy whose cutting edge is easily blunted by prittifings. I left CdG, niffing vaguely of burnt out white goods, and lurched my way towards illness without a single fairy guardian, all of them mortified by my eau de cold ironing board.
The weefee are back now, saving me from the edge of pneumonia. My temperature is now normal, and an awful lot of gunk seems to be emigrating from my lungs. Time to pull myself together and think. There is stuff to do.
I love getting lost around Bond Street, where everything glitters in a slightly less cheapncheerful way and the allure of shop windows has mortgage eating capacity; Sothebys, Bulgari, Van Cleef and Arpel, Cartier, times and worlds I always associate with my mother. Away past all these wonders, I went to the Doverstreet market, to find the home of Comme Des Garcons, where I found a pyramid of perfumes. I tried Odeur 71 because it's got the most irresistably peculiar marketing, a perfume 'for an alien on an olfactory odyssey across the earth.' Apparently Odeur 71 incorporates smells such as 'photocopier ink, burnt out toasters, tyres, dust on a lightbulb...'Wow. I had to try.
And yes. It really does smell of electric short circuits and tyres, manga future, metal landscape. I'm impressed that they could do it, but they needn't have bothered on my account. It's anti-fairy, wear this and no hippy will ever cross your threshhold again. For some it may be worth the 70 quid they're asking. I personally discover I am not as sophisticated in my tastes as the gallant
The weefee are back now, saving me from the edge of pneumonia. My temperature is now normal, and an awful lot of gunk seems to be emigrating from my lungs. Time to pull myself together and think. There is stuff to do.
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Date: 2008-12-19 12:05 pm (UTC)CdG is, as you say, utterly anti fairy but it is fascinating in its oddness. Who would have thought that there is a viable avant garde in perfumer?
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Date: 2008-12-19 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-19 01:20 pm (UTC)I can see why people would pay for that.
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Date: 2008-12-19 02:12 pm (UTC)Thank you for jolting this memory! A visit to Penhaligons may well be in order!
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Date: 2008-12-20 02:55 pm (UTC)I don't know if this is truly pushing the boundaries of scent creation or merely very clever marketing!