Andy Warhol’s Silver Factory perfume, sponsored by Bond No. 9 and the Andy Warhol Foundation. Note the Campbell’s soup can-like design of the label. The odor of baking bread exerts a siren pull. Who can resist it? Perfume is, of course, far more subtle, and its scents tap into memories, perhaps of a mother or grandmother or girlfriend or lover or someone familiar who had a signature scent. I remember my mother’s perfumes. She liked Estee Lauder products and somehow their sophistication and lack of over-the-top sweetness fit her tailored style, and — in my mind at least — complemented ... More » »
“Did you know Grand Central is a Terminal and not a station?” asked Cate who had just learned this interesting bit of information. Hmmm. Well maybe. A terminal, Cate explained, is not a pass-through station like 30th Street Station, Philadelphia, where you can get trains passing through en route to points north, south, east or west. All the train routes in a terminal begin and end there. Very European, I thought. Like in Paris, where Gare du Nord is where you go to take a North-bound train and Gare du Sud is for the South-bound ones. Stella, Cate and I ... More » »
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