pop art crush

I have never thought shall write about a perfume. I like perfumes, but I never before have fallen in love with one.

First, I saw the ad in a magazine. The picture by Juergen Teller with model Karlie Kloss.

Like most perfume ads, the expected composition: the flawless model & the product.

 

I liked the bottle, it seemed funny and daring.

But yesterday I went in Sephora to buy some cosmetics. After I checked at the counter, I stumbled upon the real thing.

I was mesmerized… The plump purple shape with the burst of flower on top…

It looked much better than the picture. I looked at the bottle for a loooong time. It was like standing in front of a masterpiece. I couldn’t stop gazing. It was crush at first sight.

Such a beauty should belong to an art gallery.

Finally I gathered the strength to reach for that precious object. I was scared that the scent doesn’t rise to the height of the design.

I awkwardly sprayed a few molecules on my wrist and let it rest before I actually inspired.

Suddenly an entire gallery of feelings and images filled my mind. I shall try to write down some of the thoughts that flashed in my mind minutes in row, as I kept inhaling the elixir.

Cocktails based on crushed berries that get you so drunk you dare anything,

neon colored 80’s pumps, high hair, disco music,

Andy Warhol’s  From the Bottom of my Garden

All the beautiful people in Studio 54,

Gentlemen prefer blondes… Diamonds are a girl’s best friend

Rita Hayworth as Gilda

Of course, Lola by The Kinks

LONDON, my love

Pink Martini’s “je ne veux pas travailler” or maybe the entire concert

outfits in block colors but also floral prints,

sultry music while being caressed by a macho man,

the whooshing sound of a nude colored satin slip… a tangerine silk gown, a black taffeta skirt,

the sea waves, sunscreen on the heated tanned skin, a fluffy bright pink towel, a sun umbrella through you watch the bright sun, seagull calls

Dali’s red lips sofa

dancing till dawn

feeling a DIVA

flirting like crazy

the most handsome man I know

 

I came out for air and opened my eyes. I was completely under the spell of a scent.

It’s not the first time Marc Jacobs brings homage to pop art.

He did this collection for Louis Vuitton where he was pictured in the ads naked and covered in letters.  

 

Maybe the pictures don’t make them justice, nor do they really praise the memory of Stephen Sprouse.

Maybe they would have the same effect on me…

But for now, this will be the next trophy for my crib. The beautiful bottle filled with the most amazing bash & mash of art.

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On a completely different note, OPI has a new range of nail polish, ironically called nic’s stick. I wonder if it’s a reference to Nick the Dick from the movie Bachelor Party…

Anyway it’s a stick with fast dry polish you can apply even while being in traffic, especially in Bucharest. By the time you reach your destination, your manicure is perfectly dried and looks great.

I chose a shade that looks like old blood stains. Ok, it’s creepy, in a Lady Macbeth manner, but it looks good.