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10/10/2023
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'My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola...'
promised the then newly discovered Lana del Rey in 2012 in 'Cola' on her debut album 'Born to die' and added: 'My eyes are wide like cherry pies / I got a taste for men who are older / It′s always been, so it's no surprise' In return, she received all the calculated outrage that childishly sexualized ordinariness was - and still is - capable of eliciting. And while del Rey's sadcore - the play of sexuality and guilt and innocence and regret - may have worn thin a bit since then, it has successfully remained the subject of many of her songs.
The same childishly sexualized ordinariness - something strikingly sweet, made almost provocatively plain, followed by something that cites physicality, perhaps intimacy, certainly sex - is also the theme of Tom Ford's Bitter Peach (whose phonetic proximity to a shade of black and red nail polish he launched back in the late 2000s called 'Bitter Bitch' I can find only barely coincidental). He is purposeful provocation. Deliberately dosed cheapness. The deliberate play of childish innocence and seduction. Vladimir Nabokov would be delighted.
It begins with a fruit accord - peach ice tea as if from a Tetrapak - of striking one-dimensionality, as I rather expected from a Disney princess perfume from the drugstore. This alluring sugaryness is followed by a kind of metallic skin accord - a little damp, a little sweaty - and hints of alcohol. It fades into a broken alto tone, as some perfumes develop them the following day on the collar of a garment - not unpleasant, but just still only the inkling of a previous day's scent, fleeting as the memory.
Bitter Peach is a calculated affront. He - and the price is not even meant - to put in the same portfolio as other private blends requires proper chutzpah, because a multi-dimensional fragrance experience he does not even offer. It plays with innuendo and seduction that seems innocent and inappropriate at the same time. Much the same can be said about most Private Blends in reddish bottles - the odd Cherry Collection, Rose Prick, perhaps even Jasmine Rouge - perfumes for Lana del Rey all: expensive and cheap at the same time.
Conclusion: a fragrance like a photograph of a fifteen-year-old with eyes made up far too much and panties too short, looking challengingly into the lens. As a concept academically not uninteresting thought and consistently executed. But how many more perfumes for Lana del Rey does he want to make?
The same childishly sexualized ordinariness - something strikingly sweet, made almost provocatively plain, followed by something that cites physicality, perhaps intimacy, certainly sex - is also the theme of Tom Ford's Bitter Peach (whose phonetic proximity to a shade of black and red nail polish he launched back in the late 2000s called 'Bitter Bitch' I can find only barely coincidental). He is purposeful provocation. Deliberately dosed cheapness. The deliberate play of childish innocence and seduction. Vladimir Nabokov would be delighted.
It begins with a fruit accord - peach ice tea as if from a Tetrapak - of striking one-dimensionality, as I rather expected from a Disney princess perfume from the drugstore. This alluring sugaryness is followed by a kind of metallic skin accord - a little damp, a little sweaty - and hints of alcohol. It fades into a broken alto tone, as some perfumes develop them the following day on the collar of a garment - not unpleasant, but just still only the inkling of a previous day's scent, fleeting as the memory.
Bitter Peach is a calculated affront. He - and the price is not even meant - to put in the same portfolio as other private blends requires proper chutzpah, because a multi-dimensional fragrance experience he does not even offer. It plays with innuendo and seduction that seems innocent and inappropriate at the same time. Much the same can be said about most Private Blends in reddish bottles - the odd Cherry Collection, Rose Prick, perhaps even Jasmine Rouge - perfumes for Lana del Rey all: expensive and cheap at the same time.
Conclusion: a fragrance like a photograph of a fifteen-year-old with eyes made up far too much and panties too short, looking challengingly into the lens. As a concept academically not uninteresting thought and consistently executed. But how many more perfumes for Lana del Rey does he want to make?
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