Bouquets to Art 2013: Answers to the Riddle

April 29, 2013

 

As I promised here are answers to the riddle I posed in my previous post:

Bouquet 4 proved to be an easy guess: everybody got it correct: Gottfried Helnwein, Ephiphany II

2012 2013
Gottfried Helnwein, Epiphany II - painting & flower arrangement Epiphany II, Gottfried Helnwein 2013

 

With the second bouquet it proved to be harder: only one reader recognized the bouquet correctly (and I was very impressed!) – Bouquet 2: Willard Leroy Metcalf Winter’s Festival

2012 2013
Willard Leroy Metcalf, Winter’s Festival - painting & floral arrangement Winter Festival, Willard Leroy Metcalf 2013

 

hajusuuri, you’re a winner! I’ll contact you to arrange a prize (I planned to make a prize for this riddle from the beginning but didn’t want my readers to feel like I’m making them to jump through hoops to get something – I wanted them to play with me).

Here are pairings for the other two bouquets:

2012 2013
Recreation, Jerome Thompson
Recreation, Jerome Thompson 2012 Recreation, Jerome Thompson 2013
A Dinner Table At Night, Sargent
A Dinner Table At Night, Sargent 2012 A Dinner Table At Night, Sargent 2013

 

Images: my own


Bouquets to Art 2013

April 25, 2013

 

Last month I visited 29th annual flower exhibition Bouquets to Art 2013 at the San Francisco Fine Art Museum de Young. Compared to the last year’s exhibition I had a feeling there were slightly less presenters and at least as many visitors if not more, which was a disappointment since we went to a members only evening viewing.

While we were there I thought that this year’s arrangements were less interesting than those from the last year’s event but later at home going through all the pictures I changed my mind. Both years there were more and less artistic interpretations, direct floral reproductions and just abstract bouquets vaguely matching the assigned art piece.

First I’ll show you several bouquets for the same paintings as I showed last year:

Oranges And Paper 2013

Oranges in Tissue Paper, William J. McCloskey

Weaver 2013

Weaver, N. Oliveira

Chihuly 2013

Ultramarine Stemmed Form with Orange, Chihuly

What year do you like more?

The compositions I haven’t shown in 2012 post and their counterparts from 2013 (click on each image to enlarge):

2012

2013

Some abstruct painting

Abstract1 2012 Abstract1 2013

Inukshuk (“like a person”), Judas Ullulaq

Yua Spirit 2012 Yua Spirit 2013

California Spring, Albert Bierstadt

California Spring Albert Bierstadt 2012 California Spring Albert Bierstadt 2013

Lady in Black with Spanish Scarf, Robert Henri

Lady In Black 2012 Lady In Black 2013

The Niagara River at the Cataract, Gustav Grunewald

Waterfall 2012 Waterfall 2013

Woman in White Dress, Eastman Johnson

Woman In White Dress 2012 Woman In White Dress 2013

The Blue Veil, Edmund Charles Tarbell

The Blue Veil 2012 The Blue Veil 2013

Spring

Spring 2012 Spring 2013

 

Last year I also offered a puzzle – matching a bouquet to one of two paintings. This year I decided to make it slightly harder: two out of four compositions below are this year’s take on the same paintings I showed in the post Bouquet to Art 2012: Craft Imitates Art.

Bouquet 1

Bouquet 1

Bouquet 2

Bouquet 2

Bouquet 3

Bouquet 3

Bouquet 4

Bouquet 4

Can you tell which one goes with which art piece from the last year’s post? (You can either number pictures in the original post going from the top or use the name you can see if you hover over pictures there.)

 

Images: my own.


When enough is enough?

March 29, 2013

 

A while ago Kafka (Kafkaesque) wrote in one of her letters:

Question: just how much must one torment oneself with a perfume that one really dislikes (but doesn’t rise to the level of TOTAL revulsion) before one says, to hell with the review, I want this off me? Normally, I scrub only when in agony and with a headache, but I have much less patience these days and this White Cristal makes me feel as though I’m in a hospital and they’ve just rubbed antiseptic on me.

With her permission I decided to answer the question here.

My knee-jerk reaction was: you shouldn’t suffer at all through testing a perfume you do not like, scrub it off immediately and forget!

Stop

But then I stopped myself and looked deeper.

I think it boils down to one’s intent. If you’re looking for the next perfume to like, buy and wear; or you’re writing only about those perfumes you like; or the extend of the negative writing about it in the blog will be: “Here are the notes and the pedigree; tested but it didn’t work for me; next!” – then of course, off it goes after the initial half-test. After all, it’s just a hobby and not a paid job to work through whatever comes your way.

But if you take it upon yourself to write both positive and negative reviews, it comes with some responsibilities. Of course, people are free to do it on their blogs any way they see fit. I’m talking strictly from the moral prospective, how I see it.

While it doesn’t really matter that you write an ode to a perfume you’ve just met, I think chastising a perfume requires a longer courtship. I always remember that negative images and characteristics might be very powerful and much stickier than positive ones. Go and try to shake off the “bathtastic“, “fancy Axe” or an image of Birgit relentlessly checking her son’s diaper.

I’m not saying bloggers shouldn’t do that; I enjoyed all the above-mentioned snarks and, if anybody, those brands can definitely withstand a dozen of such “hits” without even registering their occurrence on the PR seismic scale. But with smaller players it’s important to be mindful.

My position is: we, bloggers, shouldn’t write bad reviews for small niche or indie brands because even a single bad review will represent non-proportionally large segment from the total exposure whereas it’s very subjective and might be influenced by a writer’s mood, weather, stress level and hundreds of other factors. What can come from a subjective positive review for a “bad” perfume? Ten more people decide to pay for a sample and figure out on their own if they like it or not. Most people will not give it a chance after reading a bashing review – even though they might have loved the perfume in question.

But if bloggers want to write negative reviews, to be fair they have to go through at least several testing sessions, no matter how much they dislike the perfume. We are not doctors but since perfumes are our passion and we care about the industry I think we should follow the same principle: Primum non nocere.

Rusty And Sunflower

 

Images: my own.


Does the size… (strike that) bottle matter? Yep!

March 1, 2013

 

A while ago Monday Question on Olfactoria’s Travels was: How Important Is The Perfume Bottle To You?

Out of 38 respondents 25 (66%) said bottles were very important for the enjoyment of a perfume; 7 (18%) didn’t care for bottles much and 6 (16%) put bottles into the ”nice to have but not crucial” category.

I’ve added my voice to the “bottles, please” crowd but my position is a little quirkier; so even though this post covers a slightly different topic I want to reiterate the answer from my comment there.

If I’m in love with a perfume I want to own a bottle of it. And it has to be a real bottle, with a cap and a box: a tester or a refill bottle won’t satisfy my need for a full aesthetic experience. I have no problems with partial bottles though.

When it comes to the perfumes that I just like I’m attracted to unique bottles. And if a brand has standard bottles (Chanel Les Exclusifs, Dior La Collection, Frederic Malle Editions de Parfums, Ormonde Jayne, Guerlain L’Art et La Matière, etc.) owning just one bottle from the line seems to lull the cravings and I feel content with just decants of the other perfumes from that line.

Chanel Cuir de Russie

In the same post Birgit referred to her earlier post about the purchase one of the reasons for which was the beauty of the bottle: So I saw this bottle […] and knew I wanted it for its beauty alone. That it holds an exquisite scent is only the cherry on top and something that makes me happy, but unexpectedly so, because all I knew about 24 Faubourg before I laid hands on my precious Quadrige Edition was from one spray on the back of my hand right there in the store.

I went even further: recently I bought several perfumes… just because of the packaging.

Last July at the First Artisan Salon in San Francisco I saw new packaging for Ineke‘s Floral Curiosities line for Anthropologie and thought it was great. When I initially tested perfumes from the line they were fine but I didn’t love any of them enough to go for a full bottle. But these travel sprays disguised as poetry books were just calling my name. Also since I keep saying that companies should be releasing more perfumes in small bottles I felt like I just had to buy these… So I bought all four: Scarlet Larkspur, Poet’s Jasmine, Sweet William and Angel’s Trumpet.

Ineke Floral Curiosities Travel Bottles

I’ve tested Premier Figuier Extrême by L’Artisan Parfumeur before and thought it was nice but there are several other fig perfumes in my collection and I already have one bottle from L’Artisan Parfumeur line (though those colored labels add some appeal to otherwise similar bottles). Then I came across a special edition bottle… and just couldn’t resist. I will gladly wear Premier Figuier, I like this perfume and think it’ll make a very pleasant office scent. But I do not think I would have bought it any time soon if it hadn’t been for that gorgeous bottle.

Rusty And L'Artisan Premier Figuier

There are several more bottles on my “to buy” list but I think for now I’ve scratched that itch… unless you know where I can buy L’Artisan’s Mure et Musc Extreme in the blackberry-shaped bottle.

4 people from the survey mentioned above also confessed to buying perfumes just for the bottle.

Have you ever bought a perfume just because of the packaging?

 

Images: my own


Encens Mythique d’Orient sample draw winner

February 25, 2013

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What perfume makes you feel [insert an adjective here]?

February 22, 2013

 

In the last several days I came across three bloggers asking questions about perfumes influencing how we feel:

Normand (The Perfume Chronicles): When something unpredictable is ahead of me, I find myself reaching for Estée Lauder’s Azurée.  It’s got that “Don’t mess with me” feel about it.  In times of stress, I’m not interested in wearing things that pull people closer to me… no sexy ambers, no sublime chypres, no mouth-watering citrus scents, no well-behaved fougères.  It takes leather… animalic, smoky and forbidding.  Hermes’ Bel Ami is a good second choice… particularly with that cumin-peppery accord. […]

If you’d like to tell me what you wear when you need courage… I’d love to hear about it.

Courage Medal

Birgit (Olfactoria’s Travels): Which scents make you happy? What perfume acts as the perfect antidote to the winter blahs for you? […]

Hermès Eau de Pamplemousse Rosé, Guerlain Pamplelune, Jo Loves Pomelo or Ormonde Jayne Osmanthus work beautifully to get me out of hibernation and bring new energy when it is needed.

Happy

Natalie (Another Perfume Blog): I feel the way I always want to feel at work: calm, focused, able to enjoy all the things I love about my job. My mood is being helped by my perfume. Borneo 1834 feels either like a projection of the “real” me or a projection of who I want to be, and it’s nice to be able to package this persona up and take her to work in the form of a fragrance. It becomes a kind of compass when all the minutiae of the corporate world feel overwhelming, and I start to lose myself in the crazy.

I’m so grateful for perfumes like this. Do you have a fragrance that strikes you similarly?

Keep calm and carry on

What perfume makes you feel pretty, confident, sexy, calm, irresistible, etc.? These questions are routinely asked and answered in the Perfumeland. Sometimes I participate but most of the time I skip the conversation.

The thing is, for me perfumes do not work like that. I wear them as an adornment, an accessory, a frill. I do think of them as of a place-, weather- or occasion-appropriate (or not appropriate), perfumes reflect my feelings but never work for me as mood modifiers.

Mirrors

I love perfumes. I rarely go a day without a perfume. Fragrances are an organic part of my life and I can’t imagine not wearing them. And while everything is great and I’m happy any of my favorite perfumes suited for the moment will work great. But if something goes seriously wrong I doubt any scent will help. I’m talking theoretically, I can only hope I’ll never get to prove or disprove that theory but just from knowing myself: I do not think I’ll stop wearing perfumes but I do not expect any mood boosts from them either.

What about you? Do perfumes have a power over how you feel? Or are they just ornamentation?

 

Images: Cowardly Lion’s Courage Medal and Keep Calm sign – from Wikipedia; others – my own.


Girls Just Want to Have Fun!

February 12, 2013

 

This post is a final installment in the “birthday-perfume-blogger-bash” suggested by Asali and supported by Ines. For the last couple of weeks I couldn’t get rid of this song.

Aquarius Undina

I love my birthdays and it has always been this way. Looking back I can’t remember a single year when I wasn’t looking forward to it or hadn’t enjoyed it.

When I was little my mother always managed to leave a present next to my bed while I was asleep so I would wake up to something wonderful. When I got older I remember getting from Grandma something great and hard to find (which at that time in the country was almost anything worth getting,) so from my friends I usually requested to bring just flowers which at winter were expensive enough to be a gift on their own. In my adult life I refuse to request birthday gifts: I can buy for myself everything that can be gifted to me by friends so I’d rather be surprised.

The first gift this year I got from my friend and a talented young designer Valerie who created images for our blogging project (see above). I’m going to use it as my logo.

Perfumes as gifts… My grandmother gifted me with my first bottle of my all-times favorite Lancome Climat. For many years it was the only perfume that I associated with everything fun – birthdays, dates or holidays.

Lancome Climat

Many years later my vSO gave me for my birthday Vera Wang perfume. Despite the first-time-wearing debacle for many years it was my go-to perfume for special occasions.

Rusty and Vera Wang

Three years ago I got another perfumed gift from my vSO – Antonia’s Flowers Tiempe Passate. This one hasn’t become my party scent but I considered it as a special day-wear fragrance.

Rusty and Tiempe Passate

I’m not superstitious. I do not believe much into cosmic connections, predetermination and other such things. I believe in coincidences.

February 12, 1947: A major event was held at 30, avenue Montaigne in Paris, where Christian Dior presented his first fashion show. With his flower women and bright colors, the Designer launched a fresh fashion trend. “It’s a New Look!” exclaimed Carmel Snow, Editor-in-Chief at Harper’s Bazaar, thus christening the Designer’s inimitable style.

From Dior’s website

Dior New Look 1947

Last year on my trip to Las Vegas, without reading that information above, I bought Dior New Look 1947 exactly on February 12, my birthday. It was my gift to myself in addition to my first Guerlain love that I found there - Cruel Gardenia. I absolutely adore Cruel Gardenia and admire New Look 1947. I wear the former when I dress up and feel pretty and the latter when I [want to] feel elegant and sophisticated.

Guerlain Cruel Gardenia

I do not have a preferred way of celebrating my birthdays: I like everything from large loud parties with music, dancing and laughing to quiet evenings with my vSO on our birthday trips. This year I hope to have a little of everything. And definitely I’m gonna have some fun!

Oh, and I treated myself to one more perfume from Guerlain. Care to venture a guess which one?

 

Images: Aquarius mermaid – Valerie Rodriguez, all others – my own.


Entertaining Statistics: January, 2013

February 6, 2013

 

Imagine: magazines and newspapers without a single ad; public TV programs and sports events uninterrupted by commercials; downtowns and highways without any billboards in sight; no SALE, Everyday Value or CLEARANCE signs in stores.

All those aren’t scenes from a fiction [unti-]utopian book: that was my life until I was in my early twenties. In the country where I lived there was no advertising, no competing brands and, to think of it, not too many choices for any goods or services.

As a result products’ packaging was minimalistic, not too elaborate or appealing. It was mostly functional. That’s why many products had the same packaging for decades: matches, condensed milk, salt, dairy, etc.

Soviet Products

After moving to the US the biggest shopping challenge for me (after figuring out what “Paper or plastic?” means) wasn’t even choosing the right product from a dozen of similar ones packaged differently by each brand but getting the same product every next time I needed to replenish something. I stopped registering any progress in razor blades after the number reached four. I came to peace with buying a new type of face cream from the same brand every couple of years: I can at least hope they fight my aging process better and better with every new jar (though I’m still angry with several major brands for switching from glass to plastic – at those prices plastic feels too cheap, I still remember how nice old heavy glass jars and bottles felt in hand). But a toothpaste? Sanitary napkins? Paper towels? Do they really improve those every two-three months?

Being annoyed by the necessity to solve a type/size/price riddle every time at a store, I remember complaining that I wasn’t a stupid consumer with short attention span who wouldn’t remember what she bought previously and needed to be constantly razzle-dazzled by “new”, “better” or “improved” qualifiers.

Thinking about perfumes and statistics this moth I started wondering whether perfume brands were really wrong producing 1,000+ new perfumes per year. Are at least we, perfume enthusiasts, immune to the marketing push strategy?

I took a closer look at my full bottles purchases – over the last two years (since I started this blog) and for 2012-YTD. Not to divulge the absolute number of the perfumes that joined my collection I’m operating with %% from the total perfumes bought during those two periods (but actual bottle numbers were big enough to be representative).

January 2013 Stats

As you can see, I’ve bought a lot of recent releases: more than 50% of the perfumes added to my collection during the recent two years appeared on the market in the last five years. It skews even further towards new perfumes for the last year purchases – more than 60% are newer perfumes. And there are at least three perfumes from 2012 on my “to buy” list. Meanwhile some of the bottles from older days stay on that list without even moving up. So it seems that with me the perfume industry is hitting the target. What about you?

I do not expect that normal people keep all that information handy but let’s try something simpler:

What is the release year of your most recent full bottle perfume purchase?

 

 

Image: Soviet products – compilation from multiple sources; stats – my own.


Undina’s Looking Glass Turns Two

January 24, 2013

 

This day two years ago I dared to publish my first story on this blog – a story of my first and still lasting perfume love. Actually it was my first story written in English ever. Those who had a similar experience with giving a public speech or writing in a foreign language know exactly how nerve-wrecking it felt (and those who hadn’t can imagine). Has it got much easier now? Ask me again in two years.

Since the beginning I published 164 posts – more than I thought I would. My most read post is Coco Noir… Light by Chanel (I won’t even link to it!) written just a half-year ago. This is both very symptomatic and sad. Is there a post I wished had more readers? I would probably want those of the readers who are my friends to read some of the more personal posts I wrote but I do not want to list them today. As to the outside world that comes to my blog from search engines (most popular search was “las vegas strip map” but it fades if you add numbers for all variations of “coco”, “chanel” and “noir” that brough people to myblog) I’d want them to read the post that started Perfume Shopping around the World page (it has been recently updated here and on all participating sites) and to use information from those posts on different blogs.

Perfume Around TheGlobe

 

Why Undina? Why Looking Glass?

I’ve been asked that question more than once. So here’s how it went.

Are you familiar with FidoNet and BBSs? … Kidding, I’m not that old experienced. But long before forums, blogs and social networks, chat rooms were my online habitat. For the first chat room I frequented I chose a gender-neutral nickname and used to communicate in such a way that it was hard to tell if I was a man or a woman (which wasn’t easy with my native language specifics).

When one of my friends invited me to visit a new role-playing chat room that he found and liked I got stuck on the registration page: I had no idea who I wanted to be. I was ready for a more feminine character but that was it. Ундина (transliterated into Roman alphabet Undina, in English – Undine) was my spur-of-the-moment choice. I don’t know why I decided to be a water nymph but it seemed a fitting choice for a community inhabited by vagabond knights, friendly ghosts and talking animals. The host of the chat was an incorporeal being Nechto (something/somebody unknown) so the chat room was called У Нечта (At Nechto’s).

UNechta Chatroom Entrance

I stayed in that chat room and became a regular. My character transformed into rather a mermaid than a nymph. If you’ve never belonged to a half-closed moderated chat room it’s hard to explain what people were doing there… We joked; we discussed books and philosophical dilemmas; we even staged improvised theatrical performances. We’d created our own mythology and even furnished the room. Of course everything was imaginary so it lived in memory of participants and was re-iterated for newcomers gaining more details and becoming a little more real with every next tale.

One of the elements of the room was a magical looking glass on the wall. I (Undina) would swim into the room from it and dive into it to leave. I would conjure necessary things from there – a tea set or a box of chocolates for the imaginary tea party; I would threaten to get a paddle out of there and beat up whoever was misbehaving. It was a useful piece of the interior.

I enjoyed years spent in that community and I have the fondest memories of that time. So when a decade later I was choosing an online identity for the Perfumeland I decided to go with Undina (though I had to add BA – stands for Bay Area – since the exact one had been taken). And I resurrected my looking glass when I started this blog.

 

What’s coming?

For my birthday many years ago a friend gave me my own domain. It currently redirects traffic to this blog but since it’s done not through WordPress it’s done half-way. In a couple of days I plan to switch my blog from http://undinaba.wordpress.com/ to www.undina.com officially. It shouldn’t affect e-mail subscriptions or an RSS feed but if you do not hear from me in a week come back and check.

 

What stays the same?

Everything stated on my About page will stay true for Undina’s Looking Glass. Let’s keep building the better perfume community together.

And of course there still will be pictures of Rusty.

Rusty and perfume vials


Orange Cats in My Life – Part I: Found and Lost

December 27, 2012

 

Usually in this blog I write not-a-review life stories about perfumes. This one is a life story that has no perfumes connection whatsoever.

 

Do you know how children usually ask parents to get a dog and parents are reluctant since they know it will be an extra chore for them? When I was a kid in my family roles were switched: my mother used to bring home homeless dogs to live with us (luckily one at a time) and I tried to dissuade her (without any success). So even though I was always more of a cat person it had never even occurred to me to ask for a cat.

The first cat appeared in my life after I got married. One morning my mother in law knocked at our bedroom door (we lived together at the time), peeped inside and asked unsurely: Did you bring home a kitten last night? We woke up completely, looked at each other, back at her and asked: What kitten?

As we deduced later (though we weren’t sure), a little kitten sneaked into the apartment the day before and hid. I’m not sure what would have happened to him had one of us stumbled upon him that night. But he was smart, lucky or just scared and showed up when there was no chance anyone would get spooked by that scrawny white and orange lump of fur. It was late autumn, cold and unpleasant outside and we just couldn’t throw him out there.

I named him Rizhik.

Lactarius deliciosus (Rizhik)

He was a funny kitten. He loved to lie on my lap with his belly up. He cartoonishly followed his reflection in the polished wood to the end of the reflective surface and tried to peek quickly around the corner to see where it went. He used to purr so loudly at night that my vSO would through him out of the bed.

He grew up, became an outdoor cat, stopped chasing his reflection and didn’t purr anymore. We moved out and Rizhik stayed at the parents’ place but whenever we visited he still liked spending time with me.

One winter he disappeared. Not as mysteriously as he came into our lives: he just went outside, as usual, and didn’t come back. We didn’t know what happened to him.  But it was a very bad winter in the country – economically- and weather-wise. It was rumored that homeless were eating stray dogs and cats…

Months later we saw on a street a cat that looked exactly like Rizhik. We followed him as he was running away (as cats usually do); I kept calling his name, he stopped for a second, turned his head as if recognizing my voice and then he was gone. We tried looking for him again – with no luck.

We chose to believe that he just found a place where he was happy and decided to stay there.

 

Image: from the Wikimedia Commons


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