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Brothels, baby’s breath, and a mysterious fancy cologne with Peter Mountford (pictured nuzzling with Anna in front of Comet Hale-Bopp over Val Parola Pass, © A. Dimai ) in this week’s Nosy Interview.

Brothels, baby’s breath, and a mysterious fancy cologne with Peter Mountford (pictured nuzzling with Anna in front of Comet Hale-Bopp over Val Parola Pass, © A. Dimai ) in this week’s Nosy Interview.

what about smelling like her? what might rihanna smell like?

what about smelling like her? what might rihanna smell like?

"wool sweaters removed in fall from the wooden drawers in which they’d spent the summer"

heidijulavits:

LETTER TO MY DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBOR

Hello! This is Heidi from apartment 34. I was wondering, do you have a cat and if so, do you so totally fail to change its litter box that the smell makes me feel like I live in your apartment, not mine? Or maybe did you die a long time ago? Are you maybe just dead in your apartment? To be fair to you, I’ve always had a vivid sense of smell. I can remember the smells of every one of my boyfriends—one smelled of flan, one of wool sweaters removed in fall from the wooden drawers in which they’d spent the summer, one of Pears soap, one of paisley (imagine what a paisley would smell like—like a father, I guess), one of puffed rice, one of coffee that’s percolated upward through the top of a skull. I once had a confused relationship with a smoker. I kept trying to get a sexual read off of him, but he just smelled like smoke. I deemed him unknowable and broke up with him. I wondered how anyone could fall in love with or want to fuck a smoker. It would be like falling in love with a bar or a restaurant (before the smoking ban) or with the traffic island outside of JFK. And who can eat in a restaurant that smells of bleach? There’s a popular restaurant near my house that stinks like a public swimming pool. I take my food to go. My son also has a strong sense of smell. He notices when I use a different body cream. He says, “you don’t smell like my mom.” This is what the smell of your apartment makes me want to say to my apartment—you don’t smell like my home. This doesn’t smell like my life. 

I am crazy about this paragraph and want to read loads more about Ms. Julavits’s “vivid sense of smell” and need to find out whether she’d be willing to do a Nosy Interview. [Thanks to @emilygould for making sure I saw this.]

"When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun." ~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body                     
(With apologies to & appreciation for Slaughterhouse 90210.) I wanted an excuse to post this quote, and to let this photo commemorate the week I unsuccessfully attempted  to read every single Spring Breakers think piece on the internet. 

"When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun." ~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body                     

(With apologies to & appreciation for Slaughterhouse 90210.) I wanted an excuse to post this quote, and to let this photo commemorate the week I unsuccessfully attempted  to read every single Spring Breakers think piece on the internet.