Val the Cookie Queen
It is eight in the morning and I am sat here wearing the Strangelove NYC deadofnight. It is an oud; I was given it in London. More of that in another post, after I have sold my children. And whilst talking perfume, I got some vintage Chanel N°5 from Portia, via Tara. I nearly killed myself on that, overspraying. And despite what Portia says, not recommended. It reignited a thousand memories, and is utterly divine. Take a look at Tara’s write up of our time together, she has lots of great photos and actually remembered everything that we did. Which saved me having to.
A WEEKEND IN LONDON.
London – a Poundshop for the rich. I bought a pair of sneakers, as B.londeswunder assured me that there was nothing to be proud of by wearing the same pair for three years. I hate shopping at the best of times, but especially in London. It is overwhelming, and tacky in its piled high abundance of overpriced shit.
Had the great pleasure of watching my girlfriend, who kindly put me and Hannah up for the weekend, spray Malle`s Portrait of a Lady for the first time. Her mind was blown, having never smelled anything remotely like it, and she left with the new 30ml atomiser. And then she went back the next day to buy the Musc Ravageur. I must say the reformulation is a lot nicer than the original, which I have. Easier to wear.
We were there for Armistice Day, and outside as the two minutes silence were observed. I was touched to see that the traffic still stopped, the buses and the taxis, as it did when I was a child, and my mother took us into London on the Remembrance Sunday.
I actually took a few pics this time. Here we go.
Tara of A Bottled Rose and Thomas, The Candy Perfume Boy
Nick Gilbert of Olfiction. Check it out.
As one does.
Us lot here with Nigel, Thomas’ husband.
So yeah, had a brilliant time. Hanging out with Tara, Thomas and Nigel, Nick, and of course my long-suffering daughter, was the best.