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Qu’est ce que c’est? Là, sur la commode blanche…

(untitled): Its all non-scents

Maison Martin Margiela [MMM] are about to release a new frah-granse, I hear. (untitled) its called. Apt. I wonder what it’ll smell like? Contender for my Diptyque fetish? Who knows? Actually, I would have been quite excited by this in the past but ever since Marty put down his sketch pad [white], popped his pencil back into the pencil pot [white] and hung up his lab coat [white] I feel somehow short changed. Yes, I know he probably had not that much to do with design towards the end but… MMM’s now akin to a custard cream biscuit without the cream, a little bit dry. They still do great things, don’t get me wrong. I’m there every season at the store fixing my MMM habit – apart from S/S 2009 which was a little off the mark, for me. Margiela’s secrecy and shying away from the public eye, his invisibility, made him vital to the brand. A faceless face.

Who know’s, maybe this is the ultimate disappearing act. Pretend you’ve left while you never really left anyway. Everyone thinks you’re not there but you are, smirking from the shadows. Smoke and mirrors. Stranger things have happened.

First Love_ I got my first grown up bottle of perfume, proper perfume, not Lynx body spray, when I turned 14. My parents decided it was time I smelt like a man. My first manly olfactory indulgence was a bottle of Calvin Klein Obsession. This was the early 90s and you couldn’t get much cooler than that. We had a lot of fun together, my Obssession and I. Our gardener liked it and I liked that because I liked our gardener a lot. My parents weren’t aware of this teenage crush of mine, of course, and the seductive powers of that first bottle of perfume. Obsession was the horse to my Lady Chatterley, or was that Lady Godiva? How I mourned that final amber squirt

Obsessive Behaviour: Smells like a teen spirit…

Current Obsessions_ I dallied with the Comme des Garçons perfumes during the first half of the noughties – Kyoto, Odeur 53, Quarzazte, Avignon . These were strong, distinctive scents that were very important in defining one’s style. They smelt different to everything else and I guess in your mid-twenties you strive to be different to everyone else. However, now comfortably lounging on the sofa of my mid-thirties, I’m a bit more comfortable in my own skin. I favour L’eau de Lierre and L’eau de L’eau [autumn-winter and spring-summer, respectively] by Diptiyque because they’re subtle, fresh and suit my skin. Easy, no fuss smelly stuff. I don’t know what it is about those two fragrances but they really get ’em sniffin’…


And one for the road_ My fantasy scent would smell like a heady mix of whisky and cigar smoke but Demeter’s Gin & Tonic comes a close second. The handy pint-sized bottle fits nicely into my breast pocket. You just never know…