Happens all the time here.
And what was the offending perfume?
I get middle aged men look at me with a really nasty look, as if to tell me to go away. I just stare back at them, blankly, blissfully pretending not to notice.
Because undoubtedly you do, in fact, smell just divine and they were jealous.
Today’s concoction (gorgeous, actually, I was swooning over myself, as one does)
Heritage edp final dregs
and on coat:
lashings of il profumo’s patchouli noir parfum (thanks nina: REALLY getting into this one now and wishing that I hadn’t just sprayed it wantonly about for no reason after you left. it is gorgeous, actually, and you were totally right to leave it for me and thank you) x
she, this kind of japanese toni basil, didn’t like it at ALL.
as an american teenage girl would say:
She’s upset AND wearing those faux uggs?? That’s some nerve!
my kind of riposte!
I am shielding my eyes from those clumpy boots! Same thing happens to me in China, people expressing disgust at my wonderful aura of classic masculines. The complaints always come from people who rarely wash over winter, and who continually hawk phlegm in mid-conversation. Still, I love it here!
bitch PLEASE (etc etc)
I am with you.
we western troglodytes put up with it all but we seldom speak out (except the catarrh smell oh god how i feel ya but i will cede nothing to fucking donald trump)
Just keep on emanating …. Good grief and that in the country of Kawasaki and all that jazz
you are truly omniscient. we were just passing kawasaki when i took this
I am sure it was her loss of a wonderful olfactory experience.
mind you, filamena, i DO pack those perfumes in of a weekend, blimey. it is WAY too much. and with duncan sprayed quite happily in thierry mugler angel pure havane (quite cheeringly aromatic cherry tobacco over the usual angel business, something duncan has strangely taken to in his new incarnation), we were definitely probably quite too much for a gentle, sunday afternoon.
at least SHE thought so, anyway
I’ve had people move to a seat further away from me on the bus.
And I live in Canada.
oh but Canada is fascismo centrale when it comes to perfume
so that makes total sense.
Hysterical! You just made my day ….I had to control my laughing!
I would gladly sit VERY close to you and Duncan on any day!
Arigato. When you are actually here though, in many ways that reaction makes more sense.
Hahaha I’ll never forget that bloke who stood facing the wall holding his nose when we got on the train after our ‘Tokyo Monday’ spritzathon…
I think of that whenever I wear that scarf we bought (whilst dousing it heftily in whatever….!)
I mean we WERE wearing utterly ridiculous amounts of perfume. But still, at present I am find the kind of inwardly clenched negation of Japan unbearable in some ways. They are eating themselves up from within in some kind of spiritual anorexia. It is dehumanising.
Do you think the Japanese are happy, generally? From what I hear of my friend in Japan, they seem to work themselves to death and not have any ability to say “no” – an essential skill for happiness. Plus that and what I’ve read about the kids not doing it these days… ?
I could never possibly, vaguely, even slightly, begin to answer this question in short form (and are British people or American people or French people or Bhutanese people or whoever happy either? Are you? Am I?)
What you say is right: they (‘they’) work themselves to death, but there is also an incredibly smooth, tangible ease about the place at the same time: on one level genuine harmony where everything works and there is real safety – and how often do you get to feel unthreatened, totally, on a daily basis? plus a massively aesthetic culture ( I died in Mexico), so it depends on so many things.
But yes: bring on the discussion.
I guess I’m not entirely sure why I asked that question: it was late and I was tired. I *am* genuinely curious about the idea though, hearing about my friend’s experience in Japan for the last 4 years.
I see the photo of the woman on the train holding her nose against your perfumes (to be fair, I would wrinkle my nose at Angel, but only because it is was so overplayed, and I don’t enjoy cherry perfumes, no personal offense toward you or your partner 🙂 and I just absolutely have to wonder at how happy the individuals living in a very uptight-seeming culture can be. That’s the basis of my question.
The visual of that woman seems like the perfect metaphor for the Japan I’ve heard and read about: repressed, uptight, only liking certain things that are culturally acceptable, no matter what an individual might *actually* feel about any given subject, if only said theoretical individual could let themselves *really* think how they feel about it.
The Japan I hear about seems to be the antithesis of the individual. And I wonder how happy that makes people. Maybe it makes people really happy. (?)
But when I hear about people having hysterical breakdowns from working too much, preferring to interact with simulations vs. human beings, a high suicide rate, and limited upward economic mobility, I just WONDER. (Went to school for an anthropology degree, and it never really left me.)
And shiiit, maybe I’ve just got the wrong information! But I still wonder, because someone I care about very much lives there, and so I like to hear a little about these things.
He leido vuestro post con mucha atecion y me ha parecido didactico ademas de facil de leer. No dejeis de cuidar este blog es bueno.
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