L’eau par Kenzo
Suspended floating on my imaginary forest lake, surrounded by impossibly perfect waterlilies, ripe fluffy peaches, frozen in time, still and endless like in an eternal summer vacation time-loop.
Suspended floating on my imaginary forest lake, surrounded by impossibly perfect waterlilies, ripe fluffy peaches, frozen in time, still and endless like in an eternal summer vacation time-loop.
Enter Mon Nom est Rouge: same as with Biggazzi’s images, you can freeze-frame this fragrance’s development at any second – and it’s still a picture-perfect example of a perfectly composed, bathed in the right kind of all-natural light, bright focus on the main player – intricate but never too much – artistic type of wizardry. And it punctuates, with red, the whole tender love affair between incense and spices.
Mereu l-am asociat cu nuanţe de mov – indigo, cu cortine nemişcate şi grele de catifea, are ceva dens. Este un parfum polarizant- îl iubeşti ori îl deteşti.
Îl văd purtat şi de bărbaţi, cumva cred că e perfect pentru Dorian Gray.