Random Sunday: Poetry

Compound by Loren Eiseley Plant quiet like a seed within your heart And let it grow and split that organ through. Let the fierce root rive all such walls apart, Let the dark flourish, let your words be few. Out… Continue Reading

Serge Lutens is Not Your Bitch

Serge Lutens is not my perfume bitch.  Neither is Chanel or Guerlain or Dior.  They don’t have to make the perfume I want them to make or think they should be making.  They make a bottle, and if I like… Continue Reading