cdg 2 igen

Som en nykter motvikt till det förra yrvädret till uppdatering, kommer ett urdrag från en artikel som publicerades i The New York Times 28:e augusti. Chandler Burr som skrivit artikeln har bland annat skrivit den roliga, bra samt ibland helt ointressanta boken The Emperor of Scent:

Then there's Rei Kawakubo, the queen of strange. Kawakubo's fragrances do that same can't-define-it thing. Her 2 is the dictionary definition of strange. I hated it at first, and now I love it. A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging out with a pleasant 20-something at Club Macanudo. He stuck out his arm. I leaned over obligingly and said, ''2.'' He was floored. ''Superimpressed, dude!'' -- but he shouldn't have been, given 2's perfect embodiment of the quality of strangeness. 2 is a shape-shifter, a snake of smoke in dark air. It is strangeness that makes your eyes narrow, strangeness that pulls you into deep waters. It is brilliance in a bottle. But some people don't seem to get that. Which, to me, is very strange.

Hela artikeln kan läsas här (den är verkligen skitbra, nämner många spännande namn samt tangerar nästan allt det jag själv finner roligt med parfymer).