Viva La Diva!
Today Marina from Perfume-Smellin’ Things and myself are presenting to you yet another joint project: the diva perfumes. I won’t go into much detail as to what that implies (Marina has already done an excellent job!) except for saying a diva perfume to me is potent, compelling, demanding, and somewhat rebellious. I’ve come up with ten of such scents but, needless to say, there are more. Now imagine these perfume divas at a party, all in the same room. The party is thrown by a very influential man (let’s say, Chanel Egoiste). Their attendance is an essential career move as well as an invaluable opportunity to network. Here’s what I see:
Jean Paul Gaultier Classique busts in (literally) with her curvy shape, giving everybody kisses and leaving bright red lipstick stains (she never goes by Classique alone to make sure everybody knows she’s Jean Paul Gaultier’s). Poison immediately shoots venomous glares at Classique while stomping the floor with her super high heels and blinding everybody with her shimmering purple halter dress of rather indecent length. Meanwhile, in the midst of such steaminess, Madame Fracas and Lady Joy repose in the corner, both in utter shock over such impudent, non-ladylike behavior. They’ve lived, they’ve loved and been loved, they’ve endured, and they’ve seen it all but this? Quelle horreur! Nevertheless, they’re smiling perpetually, exuding the most pleasant, friendly demeanor, while, in reality, there’s an argument going on between them. The nature of the argument consists of who’s the headiest. It looks like they’ll never agree - which is only to be expected as both possess enough headiness to out-heady them all. Shalimar floats through the room gracefully performing an occasional belly dance on demand. She feels quite out of place in this room void of Heavy Orientals. Paloma Picasso and Cabochard seem to have formed quite a companionship sipping wine and smoking endlessly. Both sturdy feminists, they also seem to be engaged in a heated discussion, completely disregarding everybody else. Patou 1000 is the best dressed of the night, no doubt, wearing a luxurious white silk dress, a string of pearls, and a sparkling golden bracelet. She’s composed and placid, keeping occasional company to her cousin Lady Joy (only to be ignored by her). Black Orchid and Donna Karan Gold pass the time at the bar utterly inebriated. They’re here only to put in an appearance. Black Orchid’s outfit is rather striking - a wild mix of “80s meet 60s”. She indulges in exuberance, clearly. Donna Karan Gold has a bit more class, although still revealing a bit too much, showing off her bulky golden jewelry. Overall, it’s quite an impressive gathering. However, there’s a certain forced, stifling air that’s undeniably quite irritating for the ones present (although they try hard to hide it). You can witness regular glances at the clock and certain uneasiness. Well, these are Divas, after all. They each need their own, unshared audience and praise.
What other perfumes do you consider Divas, and what would they do at a party like this?
Image source: courtesy Ms. Colombina
25 comments July 10th, 2007