yeah, we all know it's a zillion degrees avec beaucoup de humidity down here in the 'nana. (nyc too)
anyway, this pix was taken in barneys LA a couple of weeks ago.
mimosa shorts, marc jacob boots and thomas wylde first season leather jacket avec tetes de mort. (hidden from view)
i am standing near the nonfunctional frederic malle parfum telephone-esque booths.
in barneys LA , they are display units.
occasionally, the ambitious SA will spray parfum inside and tell you to smell.
in the frederic malle stores in paris, a fine mist is electronically shot inside the sealed booth when you want to smell a sample and then you open it up to get a whiff, like someone who just walked past you with the scent.
i guess some things get lost in translation on the way to to the U.S.
c'est la vie.
see you on the astral plane.