This morning I woke up and knew that the Shalimar thing couldn’t continue. For the party tonight I wanted to smell a bit macho, and yet I couldn’t quite decide what I wanted at that moment, so I took in my bag with me up to Tokyo my Ungaro, Grey Flannel, and Eau de Campagne just in case the Shinagawa flea market didn’t yield.
I left naked today. Unscented. Strange for me, but I just wanted to see how I felt when I got there, knowing that at the market there might be something ( or nothing ); and so we walked down the hill, Duncan in his Parfums D’Empire Eau De Gloire ( which I think I like: it is at the very least emotive: and evocative of something): me bizarrely blank canvassed (this is VERY rare), wanting to take the day as it came….
I haven’t been to the flea market for a while, but lord that place excites me, always, just in case. And today I got a vintage N°19 parfum for 1000 yen (ten dollars) – my favourite perfume – so was yippy aye ey-ing about quite happily as I also came across a beautiful stop-watch (pictured, with the aforementioned Chanel)…………………I have no interest whatsoever in timepieces but for some reason it grabbed me; I had to have it, and I really love it for some reason. I feel something from it, something quite strong. ……
I also, ridiculously, found a LADY GAGA SINGING TOOTHBRUSH.
WTF I hear you cry, and exactly, and so I had to have it, though it is a bit loud for night time use, a bit too stimulating (at the party we went to, the fact that the toothbrush was playing music louder than the mini stereo system they had on produced quite the hilarity), and as for perfume, well, I stumbled upon a bottle of The Perfumer’s Workshop’s Tea Rose (1975) for nothing, vintage it looked, but who cares when it smelled so instantly rosy and perfect and thus the plan was set: five minutes from the house which we eventually reached I sprayed on tons of the stuff plus Ungaro, and ooh was it good: a bit Arab; splendid, engorged, the dirty rose lavender patchouli of the Emanuel playing off rather nicely I must say with the preciously fresh rose petals of the Rose (seriously, for those of you who need a simple, straight, unpretentious red rose perfume this is PERFECT)……..
‘How do I smell? ‘ I asked.
‘Like an echo chamber’ said Duncan……………… ‘heady’ (and that was enough for me….
– and worried though I was that I would stink the place out, people at the party did seem to like it…… )
An interesting place, actually. On the top floor, and they had this West Side Story like fire escape, from which I took this picture. There was a piece of metal sticking out which produced an odd reflection. But I think you can feel the enjoyable atmosphere of the place, the neighbourhood.
god I love Tokyo.