A couple of interesting items are heading back to the library this morning.
Floating you head-turvy, about five feet up — multiple antennae. Rotor. Deep green and gold. U.F.O.An Unidentified Flying Object, this chandelier that is anything but crystal. Because crystal, with its glittering translucency, has some right to float. But this chandelier, with its solid mass of carved wood painted such deep green it feels black — this massive chandelier has no right to float. But float it does…at once substantial and at the same time lighter than air. Inexplicable.And once you accept its presence it has become (again inexplicable) the centre of the room, with all other object suspended from it. As though it were the sun and the other pieces of furniture in full-bodied orbit around it whorling…
Simply breathtaking writing!
The monotheists among us believe that there is only one proper genre of masculine fragrance, the fougere, and that its apex was reached with the aromatic fougeres of the late 1970s. Some, I among them, believe that the finest aromatic ever was Azzaro Pour Homme (1978). You can tell it was a perfume for smart guys: the slogan “Un parfum pour les hommes qui aiment les femmes qui aiment les hommes” is not for the slow-witted. I wore it today for the first time in twenty years, and it felt just as it always did: affable, slightly vulgar, completely unpretentious, and overall just delicious. This fragrance is so good and historically so important that I have met to date six perfumers who claim to have composed it (Gerard Anthony is officially credited), which puts it in the same league as Giorgio and a few others for multiple attribution. Azzaro’s other fragrances have mostly been disappointments, but all is forgiven. Just keep making this one.
…The idea was girls in quantity, a sort of harem steam bath spruced up to seventies health-and-safety standards. Hence the double name, the groups of indistinguishable pretty, pale blondes in the photos, the bathroomy porcelain bottle. Taken together, the image was designed to appeal both to a vaguely dykey camaraderie and to the voyeur instincts of the opposite sex. … The fragrance was devoid of all attempts at seductive warmth, and was instead bright, slightly chrysanthemum-bitter, squeaky clean, soapy, and utterly memorable….