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06/19/2024
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down
There are smudge marks on my hand as I touch up my lipstick with trembling fingers. Blood red.
Maybe I shot into the air.
The flickering of the neon tube makes the veins on the inside of my arm glow as bluish as the crumpled banknotes on the cardboard tiled floor. There must be another glass up there somewhere. A glass with rosé-colored sparkling wine ... and blood-red lipstick edges ... and smudge marks? Maybe ...
I don't know exactly, but I can see the transparent vase in front of me, in which the translucent, delicate flowers of the lush iris tremble ever so slightly. Behind it, your face, barely noticeably distorted, while music reached my ears as if from far away.
... With the background fading, out of focus ...
That's not what we had agreed! Even though I couldn't remember the plan at that moment, every thought purposefully slipped out of my focus ...
... I was five, and he was six ...
Shouldn't you have stayed by my side? Or me by yours? I don't know anymore, because all I could feel was the weight in my bag, which was getting heavier and heavier.
... Yes the picture's changing, every moment ...
Pear-shaped beads of condensation formed on the glass in my hand, which suddenly seemed to me to be the most important thing in the whole world as everything around me moved meters away from me. Even your blue eyes.
... We rode on horses made of sticks ...
What was I supposed to do? And why did you just look at me like a stranger, doing nothing and saying nothing?
... And your destination, you don't know it ...
What else can I do now but gather up the bills and desperately try not to think about broken glass with lipstick smears in puddles of champagne?
Another touch of powder on the heated cheeks.
White noise when the heart beats.
... Bang bang ...
... Avalon ...
... That awful sound ...
... Avalon ...
... My baby shot me down ...
Maybe I shot into the air.
Maybe not ...
**
Sonia Seiff is a screenwriter, filmmaker and photographer and has dedicated her illustrated book "Rendez-vous !" to the male nude, which - if you know better, please correct me - has been relegated to the margins of artistic focus since its heyday in Greek antiquity. I also strongly suspect that there are only a few examples in which male nudes are staged from a female perspective. A highly interesting art project that plays en passant with established gender roles and looks at masculinity from a slightly different angle. The resulting images, which I was able to research quickly, are honest and balanced in a fine balance of strength and fragility, yet surprisingly unvoyeuristic.
I find this aspect in particular exciting, because Antoine Lie, on the other hand, who created the fragrance of the same name in collaboration with Sonia Seiff, does not seem to have found a keyhole in his work as a perfumer through which he would not have willingly looked.
"C'est ce jeu amoureux, la verticalité des rapports qui se renverse, l'homme dans sa sensibilité et la femme dans sa puissance", reads the promotional text on Sonia Seiff's website, again focusing on the play with assigned gender roles and their reversal. I have read elsewhere that it is supposed to be a feminine fragrance that men would also like to wear.
So far, so good, but what does it smell like?
Rendez-vous ! greets me with a top note of rose, pear (green and crisp) and gunpowder that I find quite demanding. For a second, I feel reminded of Yes, Please, but then the bitter-smoky, metallic and minimally sulphurous gunpowder accord leads me on a different track. After a few minutes, the fruity-fresh rose recedes in favor of a powdery lipstick accord with iris and violet notes, which, however, continues to be surrounded by slightly metallic accents that smell to me like the aftertaste of a sip of rosé champagne and is grounded with dry woody notes. This unexpected contrast should actually be repugnant to me. Metallic notes are anathema to me, not to mention fruity rose and I am also increasingly skeptical of powder fragrances, but in this case it is probably precisely this unexpected disruptive factor that strikes a small barb into my soul and doesn't quite want to let go.
On the way to drydown, the fragrance warms up, begins to breathe and shows an increasingly clear benzoin heartbeat. A resin that can smell like pudding on me. Here, however, it is so subtly staged together with the iris that it conveys a feeling of warm skin, which perfectly complements the cosmetic powder and lipstick notes from the heart note. In the base, the fragrance reminds me a little of Dust, but is less sweet and appeals to me even more.
A wonderful arc of unexpected contrasts that is absolutely wearable with a very elegant feel and ends in a lulling skin scent with a pleasant sweetness. What more could you want?
Maybe I shot into the air.
The flickering of the neon tube makes the veins on the inside of my arm glow as bluish as the crumpled banknotes on the cardboard tiled floor. There must be another glass up there somewhere. A glass with rosé-colored sparkling wine ... and blood-red lipstick edges ... and smudge marks? Maybe ...
I don't know exactly, but I can see the transparent vase in front of me, in which the translucent, delicate flowers of the lush iris tremble ever so slightly. Behind it, your face, barely noticeably distorted, while music reached my ears as if from far away.
... With the background fading, out of focus ...
That's not what we had agreed! Even though I couldn't remember the plan at that moment, every thought purposefully slipped out of my focus ...
... I was five, and he was six ...
Shouldn't you have stayed by my side? Or me by yours? I don't know anymore, because all I could feel was the weight in my bag, which was getting heavier and heavier.
... Yes the picture's changing, every moment ...
Pear-shaped beads of condensation formed on the glass in my hand, which suddenly seemed to me to be the most important thing in the whole world as everything around me moved meters away from me. Even your blue eyes.
... We rode on horses made of sticks ...
What was I supposed to do? And why did you just look at me like a stranger, doing nothing and saying nothing?
... And your destination, you don't know it ...
What else can I do now but gather up the bills and desperately try not to think about broken glass with lipstick smears in puddles of champagne?
Another touch of powder on the heated cheeks.
White noise when the heart beats.
... Bang bang ...
... Avalon ...
... That awful sound ...
... Avalon ...
... My baby shot me down ...
Maybe I shot into the air.
Maybe not ...
**
Sonia Seiff is a screenwriter, filmmaker and photographer and has dedicated her illustrated book "Rendez-vous !" to the male nude, which - if you know better, please correct me - has been relegated to the margins of artistic focus since its heyday in Greek antiquity. I also strongly suspect that there are only a few examples in which male nudes are staged from a female perspective. A highly interesting art project that plays en passant with established gender roles and looks at masculinity from a slightly different angle. The resulting images, which I was able to research quickly, are honest and balanced in a fine balance of strength and fragility, yet surprisingly unvoyeuristic.
I find this aspect in particular exciting, because Antoine Lie, on the other hand, who created the fragrance of the same name in collaboration with Sonia Seiff, does not seem to have found a keyhole in his work as a perfumer through which he would not have willingly looked.
"C'est ce jeu amoureux, la verticalité des rapports qui se renverse, l'homme dans sa sensibilité et la femme dans sa puissance", reads the promotional text on Sonia Seiff's website, again focusing on the play with assigned gender roles and their reversal. I have read elsewhere that it is supposed to be a feminine fragrance that men would also like to wear.
So far, so good, but what does it smell like?
Rendez-vous ! greets me with a top note of rose, pear (green and crisp) and gunpowder that I find quite demanding. For a second, I feel reminded of Yes, Please, but then the bitter-smoky, metallic and minimally sulphurous gunpowder accord leads me on a different track. After a few minutes, the fruity-fresh rose recedes in favor of a powdery lipstick accord with iris and violet notes, which, however, continues to be surrounded by slightly metallic accents that smell to me like the aftertaste of a sip of rosé champagne and is grounded with dry woody notes. This unexpected contrast should actually be repugnant to me. Metallic notes are anathema to me, not to mention fruity rose and I am also increasingly skeptical of powder fragrances, but in this case it is probably precisely this unexpected disruptive factor that strikes a small barb into my soul and doesn't quite want to let go.
On the way to drydown, the fragrance warms up, begins to breathe and shows an increasingly clear benzoin heartbeat. A resin that can smell like pudding on me. Here, however, it is so subtly staged together with the iris that it conveys a feeling of warm skin, which perfectly complements the cosmetic powder and lipstick notes from the heart note. In the base, the fragrance reminds me a little of Dust, but is less sweet and appeals to me even more.
A wonderful arc of unexpected contrasts that is absolutely wearable with a very elegant feel and ends in a lulling skin scent with a pleasant sweetness. What more could you want?
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