I don’t usually go for leather. But the other day I found a bottle of vintage Etro Gomma in a perfume bargain bin and couldn’t quite resist.
I am going to wear it tonight, in Tokyo. D is doing a hilarious-sounding piece of performance art, at a revue in Roppongi, based on Suzi Quatro’s Can the can
and it just seems very fitting.
Beginning with a classic, dry, tangy opening (vaguely reminiscent of Antaeus and Fendi Uomo, with a momentary nod to Bandit) this aromatic leather soon changes tack, softens, and goes all sweet, sweaty and Kouros-like (that interesting addition of feral jasmine): balsamic, unapologetic, apropos.
Quite sexy, actually.
I am going to carry it off.