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'I wish I had a river I could skate away on...'
it is said by the wonderful Joni Mitchell, one of the great songwriters of the last century. With 'River', she created a modern, immortal winter classic forty-five years ago. 'I wish I had a river I could skate away on...' - the song tells how loneliness feels even lonelier when no one else is alone - and the longing to escape it by simply gliding away on a river.
And I imagine myself gliding over the smooth, crunching, blue-glossy ice surface of this frozen river - into the unknown, away from the city and the lights. Into a serious and completely silent winter forest, where nothing exists except for the caw of a crow. And then the stars shimmer between the tall firs in the pale blue evening sky - comforting like the greeting of a still distant, new home.
All of this - the frozen river and the winter forest, the loneliness and the longing and the distant hint of something comforting - can be found in Martin Margiela's Soul of The Forest, the calm and contemplative scent of a cold forest: fir, bark, and patchouli - resinous and wintry and still. And I can feel the bare ice beneath the skates as I glide away - away, finally far away - into a lonely and cold winter night.
Conclusion, once again in the infinitely beautiful words of Joni Mitchell:
'I wish I had a river so long. I would teach my feet to fly -
oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on...'
And I imagine myself gliding over the smooth, crunching, blue-glossy ice surface of this frozen river - into the unknown, away from the city and the lights. Into a serious and completely silent winter forest, where nothing exists except for the caw of a crow. And then the stars shimmer between the tall firs in the pale blue evening sky - comforting like the greeting of a still distant, new home.
All of this - the frozen river and the winter forest, the loneliness and the longing and the distant hint of something comforting - can be found in Martin Margiela's Soul of The Forest, the calm and contemplative scent of a cold forest: fir, bark, and patchouli - resinous and wintry and still. And I can feel the bare ice beneath the skates as I glide away - away, finally far away - into a lonely and cold winter night.
Conclusion, once again in the infinitely beautiful words of Joni Mitchell:
'I wish I had a river so long. I would teach my feet to fly -
oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on...'
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I'm curious about the scent...