happy halloween. i just had the most fantastic time dancing all night in roppongi. you would not have BELIEVED the amount of revellers on the streets: thousands and thousands of thronging zombies, vampires, sexy nurses, the whole shebang. unforgettable.
BABY DOLL / YVES SAINT LAURENT (1999)
Knee-high nightie. Grapefruit, peach; a shrill, bitter note of pomegranate. Redcurrant, rhubarb: not quite Chucky, but there is still more than a hint of malevolence in Laurent’s Baby Doll. Wickedly fruity, sharp, and sexy – the prototype that launched a thousand copy-cats from rosy moppet-factories dotted across the landscape – this perfume is sweet but self-aware; bright, effervescent, and juicy; a pinky-floral laced with just enough insouciant wit and cynicism to prevent the whole from giving you toothache. The best of its type, and a very big hit in Japan.
PULP / BYREDO (2008)
‘Fruit basket’ can denote different things: a wicker bowl of cherries perched on apples, oranges and pears. Or a wilful kooky; a loop de loop. Pulp, by Byredo, is a touch of the former, but mostly the latter. The company itself admits that this creation is a ‘dramatic composition…
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