Although I am passionately perfume-oriented right now – I can feel the world revolving on its axis and the newness of the coming spring unmistakably in the air – I have no time at the moment to do any writing.
The house is a bomb-site: a Bohemian pig sty. I cannot even get near the computer: half-finished paintings; costumes; props; fur coats, scripts – somehow the ironing board has got lost so I have been ironing my work clothes on the angora rug(and we only can find unmatching slippers). The cat can barely find a place to sleep, and Duncan is sleepless and hectic going to and fro from Kamakura to Tokyo (two hours each way), finalizing details and lines with his co-director, Yukiro as filming begins early this Saturday morning.
It will be a very comic and trashy, art-house horror film – whose name and content I cannot yet reveal, though it promises to be hilarious, if ultimately disturbing and schlocky (and I have a small ‘cameo’ role playing a, wait for it, ‘mute lowlife’ – thanks Dunc – and ironic considering the number of words that pour out of me on a daily basis – but it should be fun, in any case, as I scowl; smoke cigars; and mouth silent obscenities in Italian).
There is a tremendous group of individuals involved: cameramen, actors, musicians – who are working for free on the project, all basking in the general hilarity and up for it, and the logistics of gathering everyone in one place at one time have been complicated to say the least.
But it is all happening, will take all day and all evening, and then the following evening is MADONNA.
You don’t know what that means to me. I am in a state of chrysalid muted hysteria..
Suffice it to say that writing will hopefully resume early next week.
I have several half-finished articles in the pipeline, some brand new scents; some beautiful perfumes I got from Tahiti (in Japan), and piece on perfume and Colette.
BRING IT ON.