BUT IT SMELLED TOO CRAP TO BUY
Filed under Antidotes to the banality of modern times, Flowers
I hesitated ( it looks kind of chic )but then sampled them. What is it about this range that just doesn’t work for me?
( I way prefer the ‘cat’)
That’s always the way isn’t it? Of course, it’s not a bargain, if you don’t like it in the first place…then it is just a waste of money.
Definitely. But I was surprised by how DULL they all smelled. I knew a few, but….no.
Maybe because you detect a certain calculation, a marketing strategy, a lack of . . . soul? I would wear a couple, though, if bottles were to drop out of the sky.
I love your photo with the young couple. That’s a pretty rad jacket. I know this can’t be answered in a line or two, G., but is the younger generation in Japan as “rad,” philosophically, as the fashion?
I would say no, but it’s hard to tell. However, these two today in Asagaya were a veritable Sid and Nancy. I loved how he had spray painted RUIN on the back of this jacket; he was covered in makeup (and she wasn’t really, his mini pea-hen), but it could quite easily have just been a ‘fashion’ thing or then again they could have been total pretty anarchists. Japan is really very enigmatic. Appearance cannot be analysed in the way we think we can in our own country. Gay people look straight and vice versa, for example. Things can look rad but are just ripped out of a magazine. Something about this guy though struck me as possibly the ‘real deal’, whatever that might be. There was something a bit end of the world about them.
Thank you, N. I understand what you’re describing. I thought it might be the case that all is not as it appears . . . and sometimes it is, and you never really know. That fascinates me. Perhaps that’s how you carve out some kind of personal space in a country like Japan: that quality of being enigmatic? Much different from my little village in coastal B.C., where pretty much what you see is exactly what you get: clear signals, in a place where everyone has tons of room and isolation can be dangerous. I dunno, just thoughts on a Wednesday morning.
No, you actually understand me pretty much perfectly I would say. I enjoy your analyses very much. It helps me to try and comprehend my own very dreamy existence and its pitfalls. I know EXACTLY what you mean about the ‘clear signals’ :perhaps why that is why neither of us, much to our parents’ dismay, can bear to go back and live in England. It would be like death to the soul for us. Honestly. We love visiting and I am actually quite homesick at the moment, hence all the parental nostalgia etc, but at the same time, that total clarity of everything, when you know what everything is, is tedious anathema. Perhaps it’s quite childish of us both, I don’t deny it. But it is also one reason why I never wanted to learn to read or write Japanese. Mainly my brain just can’t grasp it, but I also don’t WANT to be able to read the advertising (which I HATE HATE HATE in any culture so much I can’t even express it: it drives me truly insane and to the point of despair for so many reasons): this personal space we have carved out that you mention (for that is exactly what it is) is what keeps us afloat. We have just had a gorgeous day in the Tokyo and are now about to go to bed in Kamakura with some rooibos tea, happy, wilfully oblivious, and rather contented.
I suppose it is all a choice.
No reply of mine could do justice to yours, but please let me tell you how much I enjoy reading you. You really give yourself to us, and it’s such a pleasure to know you.
I give myself way too much! But then that is really the whole point I think. The Narcissus looking into the pool. Or something. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship I hope, refracted through the delicious lens of perfume (which is really a portal). Right from the start I realized that I couldn’t just do flat, standard, PR-ish perfume note reviews (which ironically would probably get me a much bigger readership); I just couldn’t keep myself out of the picture. I suppose I AM the picture, in a way, but then it reflects back, and I love the interaction and the genuineness of people on here. It has all been really quite intensely liberating in all honesty. My whole life has felt so much more three, four dimensionalized since starting it. Thank you for the support. I appreciate it, really.
I am glad to hear that you get as much out of writing about yourself/etcetera as we do reading, sincerely.
I also love how a throwaway, instinctively chosen image, such as the ‘ruin’ picture, then stimulates other things. The subconscious instincts behind the split-second-made choice leads to other, completely different conversations. We are no longer talking about the boring Diors, but are off on entirely different tangents. I love that and find it fascinating.
Anyone else out there going to join the conversation?
Anyway, off to bed now so I say
May the conversation, dear Robin, continue.
It will, it will.
Just had to say this: when I first read the back of his jacket, I thought it spelled RAIN. That says two things to me: 1) I live in the middle of a rain forest and so it’s never far from my mind; and 2) I live in a bit of a la-la land internally, where my mind tends to default to something kinder and gentler.
Better than the other way round, witness Trump…
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