Mmachaira
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Mmachaira
Experiencing Awe
Mitsouko and minimalism are incompatible concepts. Rich and allusive like the soul of a woman, it invites you to a journey of knowing. It needs several tests. The more you wear it, in different seasons and phases, the more you think about it.
Although it was first made in the early 20th century, it fits the romanticism of the 19th century like a glove. A gothic heroine, a cursed poet, Mary Selley (and her Frankenstein) could easily wear it.
I think that Mitsouko manages to capture a vital moment in the break between the void we call existence: The absolute despair, the climax of erotic desire - and action - the ecstasy of childbirth, the fear of loss. After such a moment, not only our world changes, but the entire face of the world changes. It will never be the same again.
As Hannah Arendt once said, we are equally made to die and to begin. Mitsouko wisely contains the pulse/will of life (spice, flower) and the awareness of its mortality (moss, ripe fruits)
Kant contrasts the beautiful with the sublime: "The huge oaks and the solitary deep foliage in a virgin forest are sublime, the flowerbeds, the small hedges, the uniformly pruned rows of trees are beautiful. The night is sublime, the day is beautiful. ..The great disturbs, the beautiful fascinates... The great is always big, the beautiful can be too small".
Mitsouko for me is Kant's "great", it inspires awe. It is the scent of Medea.
Although it was first made in the early 20th century, it fits the romanticism of the 19th century like a glove. A gothic heroine, a cursed poet, Mary Selley (and her Frankenstein) could easily wear it.
I think that Mitsouko manages to capture a vital moment in the break between the void we call existence: The absolute despair, the climax of erotic desire - and action - the ecstasy of childbirth, the fear of loss. After such a moment, not only our world changes, but the entire face of the world changes. It will never be the same again.
As Hannah Arendt once said, we are equally made to die and to begin. Mitsouko wisely contains the pulse/will of life (spice, flower) and the awareness of its mortality (moss, ripe fruits)
Kant contrasts the beautiful with the sublime: "The huge oaks and the solitary deep foliage in a virgin forest are sublime, the flowerbeds, the small hedges, the uniformly pruned rows of trees are beautiful. The night is sublime, the day is beautiful. ..The great disturbs, the beautiful fascinates... The great is always big, the beautiful can be too small".
Mitsouko for me is Kant's "great", it inspires awe. It is the scent of Medea.
