How does that go? “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness…” I slipped on the black ice this morning on the way to work. Then I left the office early, having waited as long as I could before I began to wonder if I could make it all the way home without puking on the train. I live in fear of that.
I am a migraineur, which I try not to complain about, because 1) I come by it honestly and 2) I suffer so much less than some of my friends because 3) in general my routine of migraine med escalation works, etc. But not today. So I’m home and and I just changed out of my work clothes and took a gander at the leg I fell on – the deep, black gash on the shin, the ugly red bruise on the arch. No wonder I’m feeling a bit fragile.
I was working on a review of Alexander McQueen, partly because I loved Kingdom and partly because this bottle is fantastic. It’s heavy as a grenade. It’s a handful of granite and a heart full of lust. But if every other thought is, well, here’s all the other white flower frags I’d rather have, I guess it’s a disappointment on some level.
I met Melissa (left) and Louise (right) at Saks. We smelled so many things. I want to smell like 31 Rue Cambon and snow on asphalt. Since this isn’t going to be a proper perfume review, please humor me: is there something that surprised you recently?