n a dusty boudoir of bygone times, a mistress is putting on lipstick, while waiting for her lover to arrive. Face powder is floating in the air, mixed with the smell of roses and the woody effusion of the boiserie. The innocence of powdery musks blends with the decadence of sensual balsamic notes.
"While working on Angel’s Dust, I was studying my way into an innocent, light-as-a-feather feminine touch but at the same time seducing, daring and corrupt. The vintage, old-style twist was not voluntary but a necessary consequence of my idea of a femininity of past times, where women had a wooden boudoir and spent hours to put powder and other beauty secrets on their face and body, and didn’t care to affirm themselves through a career but would exert their power through Beauty and Seduction. Then I softened the powdery-iris-rose part by adding a mixture of resins, representing a dirty experienced sensuality."
Mood: classic, vintage, soft, decadent.
n a dusty boudoir of bygone times, a mistress is putting on lipstick, while waiting for her lover to arrive. Face powder is floating in the air, mixed with the smell of roses and the woody effusion of the boiserie. The innocence of powdery musks blends with the decadence of sensual balsamic notes.
"While working on Angel’s Dust, I was studying my way into an innocent, light-as-a-feather feminine touch but at the same time seducing, daring and corrupt. The vintage, old-style twist was not voluntary but a necessary consequence of my idea of a femininity of past times, where women had a wooden boudoir and spent hours to put powder and other beauty secrets on their face and body, and didn’t care to affirm themselves through a career but would exert their power through Beauty and Seduction. Then I softened the powdery-iris-rose part by adding a mixture of resins, representing a dirty experienced sensuality."
Mood: classic, vintage, soft, decadent.