Sunday, March 28, 2010

Party Notes

I chatted with my friend José last night about scent; His seven year old daughter, he says, spends hours and hours in the bathroom, ‘making perfume’. I told him the next time they came over for dinner we could smell perfume together and talk about their compostion. He says she is very interested in chemistry; the parents are both extremely talented scientists—maybe she could become a parfumier ; )

Then Jose and I got to talking about his memories with cologne. He says Shalimar and Tribú remind him of old lovers. Chanel no. 5 is his mother. His father, a wealthy and powerful Mexican artist and politician, is YSL. He himself wears Lacoste. His wife wears nothing.

My dear friend Julie, 7 ½ months pregnant, wandered around the party smelling amazingly exotic, yet intensely familiar; It took me awhile to figure out that she was wearing Sensuous, one of my very favorites. It smelled fabulous on her, and it was a very cool experience to smell it on someone else besides me—I’ve almost gotten to the point where I am not even aware of that scent on myself, it has become such a part of my makeup.

Baby Shower Blossoms

Well. I ended up wearing Creed Spring Flowers to the baby shower, and I’m glad I chose that because the shower was full of baby talk and baby paraphernalia, but it was a gorgeous, powerfully bright early spring day. If I had worn something more powdery, I might have risked feeling overwhelmed by the atmosphere of almost suffocating maternal energy and babyish juvenilia. The Spring flowers kept me centered, reminding me that it was finally Spring and that this was all part of a vast phase of rebirth that all the people in the Northern Hemisphere were sharing right now. Spring Flowers isn’t my favorite white floral, but its elegant simplicity was a perfect choice for the luncheon, and its joyous and unapologetically feminine bouquet made me feel just as feminine as the other guests, but just in a different way.

Adventures in Sinaesthesia: Girls movie night Bollywood binge



So, if you are a girl, and are anything like me, you have a passion for anything 19th c. novel-ly. Scott, Dickens, the Bronte Sisters, and of course the immortal Miss Austen have been your friends and playmates since you were but a wee slip of a girl. You long for an age of refinement and courtship--or at least enjoy fantasizing about it. You buy tickets in the first week for anything period, and keep up with the BBC's output of historical dramas and classics.
But you have tired of the clichéd girls' movie night fare of Pride and Prejudice--even though you, like every other red-blooded female in the Western world, do enjoy mooning over Colin Firth from time to time, and have lapped up even the most silly riffs on the Georgian Romance Theme, like the BBC's ridiculous but pleasurable Lost in Austen.
Luckily, there exists a solution to this quandary of movie ennui: you can satisfy your desire to slip into another time, immerse yourself in the minutia of domestic life, and imagine epic romance by picking up a good Bollywood film. I recommend anything with Aishwarya Rai in it for beginners. Try Taal, on of my favorites, or the Indian version of Sense and Sensibility, Kandukonden Kandukonden (See a music video from this movie here). On Netflix instant watch right now are some other pleasurable light Bollywood films, like What's your Rashee?, and the gorgeous, though more heavy, Delhi 6.





Now, call over your like-minded girlfriends, sample some of the more spicy fragrances, like Vivienne Westwood’s Anglophilia, anything sandalwoody, or, if you can get your hands on them, Indian Attars,  make some chai in a big pot and prepare some kheer, order Indian, and plop yourselves in front of the tv, preferably with food all spread out in front of you and with a lot of cushions so you can experiment with seating Indian style. You are in for a long haul--Indian movies tend to last about three hours--but it will so totally be worth it! You'll get romance, adventure, awesome songs, lovely dancing, and beautiful people galore, and never have to leave your house. It's like a mini vacation from your normal life. And take a nice intermission and have drinks to discuss the events of the movie. then sit down again and let it all wash over you. I truly think Bollywood offers some of the mot pleasurable movie-watching ever, and its campiness and bad English translation often only adds to a charm. Try it, and see what I mean. 


  

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