Well, it’s hot here. Pretty much I suppose like everywhere else that isn’t at one of the poles at this point. It’s not even hot enough that I feel I can really complain: Although the news reports would lead one to believe that Los Angeles is dying under triple-degree heat, that doesn’t take into account the fact that LA is huge. Yes, the Valley is hot and the West Valley (Where all the celebs like the Kardashians decamp to to avoid the Hoi Polloi) is even hotter and hotter still is the “Inland Empire” and desert communities like Palm Springs will flirt with 120 degrees, but the West Side will be merely uncomfortably warm and I can guarantee that Santa Monica will be downright chilly after 4PM.
But still, it’s hot. And for LA, Humid. My apartment has AC and more importantly, my little office have does as well and the power isn’t going to be cut off (I hope) like it is going to be at my old apartment on Maple, where Edison in their wisdom decided this was the perfect weather to upgrade something in the alley and cut the power off for 24 hours to that block of Maple and Palm. Hope nobody was stocking up for that ice cream social.
I also was somewhat thwarted in my ambitions on what to write. I had a few things lined up but they didn’t work out: Samples of Neil Morris are delayed because of illness (hope he gets better soon.) I was going to write about Miller Harris L’Air de Rien in honor of Jane Birkin’s death, but can’t find where I last put the bottle (and I am sure that I have more than one: why is it that when you are looking for something in particular that you will find every other thing you have been searching for over the past forty five years but not the one thing you are looking for now?) The samples of L’Interdit vintage and new arrived from STC yesterday but I hate to admit that even with the AC I just kind of can’t. Perhaps it’s my 100% British Isles blood (so says 23 and me) but my primo operation temps are at 60 and below: I like a blustery day. Heat makes me want to bite people. (Of course, extreme cold isn’t my friend either, which is why West LA is usually perfect.)
I know I have posted before, not infrequently enough that you all would not be able to fill in the blanks with what I am going to reach for when it’s hot out: AG Hadrien and Eau de Sud, Dior Eau Sauvage (the original only, please), Barneys Route du The, (thanks to a wonderful tip from alityke) Alvarez Gomez Agua di Colonia (now purchased by the gallon) and, yes, even Jean Nate. I’m sure I’ve forgoten about ten and if you have ones to add to the list please comment away..
Now, I did actually manage to leave the building: Sunday was a garden party that friends of mine were having and I was determined to drag my lazy a$$ out and go. It was in the backyard of a lovely little bungalow and I sat in the shade, saw some people I hadn’t seen since Covid, drank about 30 gallons of cold Perrier and by the time I left it had even cooled off enough to warrant that drive along Mulholland with the top down I do weekly as an excuse to charge the battery on the car (which otherwise mostly sits unused.)
So I marked the passing of Ms. Birkin by watching DVDs of “Evil under the Sun” and “Death on the Nile”, the latter available for free with ads on Freevee. I also fell into a YouTube loop, watching a little remembered American TV show I enjoyed called “High Society” which was one of the spate of AbFab wanna be’s that attempted to hit that jackpot. It starred Jean Smart and Mary McDonnell and got progressively funnier as they jettisoned some superfluous story lines and just let Jean and Mary go for it. Most of the eps are on YouTube- the links change so I’ll just chance the one here.
Hope you’re keeping cool and I will actually do perfume next week. Promise..
Photos are mine and pexels