Whips and Roses Kerosene 2012

Do you know that feeling? Old Hollywood movies where the seemingly demure leading lady pulls out her hairpin in the crucial scene, shakes her flowing mane, and takes off her dark, strict glasses? The perceptive viewer and the hero realize at that moment what true beauty stands before them.

With "Whips and Roses," it's the opposite...

I immediately have a picture in my mind: a slender, dark-haired beauty in a pink little costume, swinging a pink fragrance ribbon of wonderful roses behind her, swaying her hips, elegant and sweet, extravagant and floral, self-assured and relaxed, charmingly mastering the office routine.

But in the evening, her true face reveals itself: in a black leather suit, high-gloss over-the-knee patent boots, hair slicked back tightly, and wearing a strict teacher's glasses. A scent of floor polish, no, floor shiner permeates her almost clinically clean apartment, everything perfectly prepared... The smile freezes on her lips as she sensually drags her small, hard leather whip over the edge of the chair, waiting for her first client of the day... and woe to him... he makes her wait...

An interesting scent that seemingly doesn't fit together, yet it doesn't let me go - flaring up again and again, sometimes the rose, sometimes the leather... long-lasting and dominant.