have a wonderful feast!

December 24, 2012



oyster beige

October 9, 2012


“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”

Anne of Avonlea, by L.M. Montgomery

“I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.”

Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier



the swedish ethos

May 12, 2012

Doesn’t everyone just love stories of people who weren’t trained in a specific field and still manage to make a name for themselves in spite of it?

“Because for one, perfume is very French—there has been this hierarchy in the industry for so long. Which is good because you have incredible talent, and a refinement, but it’s also become stagnant. So for me, it was all about simplifying, for better or for worse. So as opposed to working with fifty, seventy or eighty raw materials for a fragrance, I work with maybe five or ten. There are these beautiful raw materials—I fight with Chanel to buy specific Neroli—and I thought it was a shame to mask them and cover them with different stuff. Maybe it’s something to do with the Swedish ethos, the simplicity…it was just simplifying in terms of creating a clear idea. So when you smell Accord Oud, you get it. You like it or not.”

“If I took you in the lab for two weeks, and showed you a spectrum, you would probably be able to show me things that remind you of specific memories. You would be able to develop your vocabulary to create a perfume. And that was the first phase for me, trying to understand the possibilities. Now when I walk down the street I can smell a lot more—dirty laundry, etc. I don’t think it’s a heightened sense of smell, it’s just awareness.”

“Because I didn’t go to school for this I had to catch up, but at the same time I didn’t want to become too technical, because I had this possibility to work with two very talented perfumers that do a lot of big work and are immensely creative, and I didn’t want to offset their process. So my idea was to push them in the right direction. I did that with words and raw materials, but also with images, emotion, music and poetry. My briefs were about sitting in a room and getting them to feel something. And hoping I would land close enough to.”
Ben Gorham (x)

il caffè

March 13, 2012

“A coffee shop is a unique place: I can spend hours there without feeling rushed, divorced from the set timetable of a meal in a resaurant.”
Alone Time, Brian Ferry for Kinfolk Magazine

“I once met an Italian who didn’t drink coffee. He made light of the fact, but you could see that he was tired of having to explain his disability.”
Italian coffee culture: a guide, by Lee Marshall

dog-eared togetherness

March 13, 2012


“As I got older, the tea parties became a bit less one sided, and I learnt that tea always has a language, never more potent than in the “How do you take it?’ early days of courtship.
Carol Ann Duffy says it best, with her “I like the questions – sugar? Milk? – And the answers I don’t know by heart, yet (…)”

How well I remember, the morning cups of half drunk PG, or English Breakfast, the afternoon tempered with a weak sugarless Earl Grey and a biscuit. The things that become second nature in tender dog- eared togetherness which early on feel like the discoveries of Columbus in miniature.”
introduction to Ten Poems About Tea, by Sophie Dahl


January 14, 2012


(Louise Bourgeois: Be Calm; Rosemarie Trockel: Anima 11.Mai bis 2.Oktober 1994)

“All your books and pictures and…”
“Paperbacks and postcards, Jenny.”
“It’s all you need, isn’t it?”
An Education, from the screenplay written by Nick Hornby

(bought both postcards at Versailles)

“Violets contain ionone, which short-circuits our sense of smell. The flower continues to exude its fragrance, but we lose the ability to smell it. Wait a minute or two, and its smell will blare again. Then it will fade again, and so on. How like Josephine, a woman of full-bodied if occasionally recondite sensuality, to choose as her trademark a scent that assaults the nose with a dam-burst of odor one second, and the next leaves the nose virginal, only to rampage yet again. No scent is more flirtatious.”
A Natural History of the Senses, by Diane Ackerman