you know you have too much perfume when…
So, I was trying to find my stapler. I found an open Serge Lutens box. Reaching in for my Santal Blanc, to take a sniff and likely spritz, I found… Fumerie Turque?
So sniff and spritz I did. I’ve actually made a dent in the level of fluid in this particular bottle. And yet I completely forgot I owned it, and even about the scent, as it sat in plain sight on my dresser.
Fumerie Turque? Highly recommended.
Kas? Sheepish.
The sexism in the democratic party.
I’m not going to comment right now… my main reason for posting this is that while Hilary Clinton’s campaign has been a gallery of the present state of misogyny and sexism in North America, there’s a much more chilling reality: the seemingly ubiquitous public airing of this misogyny and sexism will have a real, negative effect on women long after the campaigns have wound up.
Haven’t been reading PhD (Piled Higher & Deeper) of late.
Here is the strip called “Your Profile Picture“.
An article by Ms. Mentor, recommended to us by the lovely Alice. We now recommend it to you.
Yesterday was dregs of the incomparable Tabac Blond. I might have noticed when others were going for a smoke more readily, not sure. But I smelled damn good.
Today – Donna Karan’s Cashmere Mist, in the little bottle of parfum. I like this, and while I always felt it was not the subtle scent some suggested, I find it less overt than I used to. It’s a comforting frragrance for this fragrance fiend.
(Amusingly, in my mind, many an alliteration abounds today, toppling into text before I become, bemused, aware. Apparently an augmented alliterative slant is suggestive of certain facets of my mood. I should perhaps pen a programme to predict mood, mainly via measure of my level of alliteration in textual entries.)
Le sigh.
I dug up my extrait this morning.
Mmmm, so good.
It is sweetening up a bit this afternoon – but somehow this sweet is ok for me.
No cigarette-seekiness. This is also good.
Caron is amazing, and Tabac Blond is a masterpiece.
« Suppose que tu rencontres un fou qui affirme qu’il est un poisson et que nous sommes tous des poissons.
Vas-tu te disputer avec lui ?
Vas-tu te déshabiller devant lui pour lui montrer que tu n’as pas de nageoires ?
Vas-tu lui dire en face ce que tu penses ?” …
“Si tu ne lui disais que la vérité, que ce que tu penses vraiment de lui, ça voudrait dire que tu consens à avoir une discussion sérieuse avec un fou et que tu es toi-même fou. C’est exactement la même chose avec le monde qui nous entoure. Si tu t’obstinais à lui dire la vérité en face, ça voudrait dire que tu le prends au sérieux.
Et prendre au sérieux quelque chose d’aussi peu sérieux, c’est perdre soi-même tout son sérieux.
Moi, je dois mentir pour ne pas prendre au sérieux des fous et ne pas devenir moi-même fou. »
From Milan Kundera’s “Risibles Amours.”
It’s been on my mind lately.
