The perfume that Marahani Gayatari Devi poured down the drain in Delhi’s Tihar prison was Calèche by Hermes. This version was released by Hermès in 1961, and for many years it was their best-selling women’s fragrance. It was created by nose Guy Robert, and includes bergamot, mandarin, orange blossom, aldehydes, jasmine, lily of the valley, rose, gardenia, iris, ylang-ylang, oakmoss, sandalwood, cedar, and vetiver. They have since launched a fragrance called Kelly Calèche named after the Kelly Handbag and the original Perfume.

Posted: 09/20/09 | Ramble | 0 Comments
It’s the hour of clutter free time before the day really begins. The time you normally spend sleeping. You can sleep when you’re dead. So. Wake up. Have a coffee. And get the brain whirring. And you’ll find that you think better for the whole day.
Whether it means checking your 50 favorite blogs before you clock-on or running two laps of the tan. I know it’s winter, but just do it. You’ll feel good.
Posted: 07/14/09 | Just a thought > Ramble | 2 Comments
I’m drawing amazing parallels between Sandy and Little J right now. Seriously.
Bombshell character transformations. Sometimes I just want to wipe all that makeup off little Taylor Momsen. But. Other times I want to rock out exactly what she’s wearing here. Face and ‘fit. I’m just wondering if you could transform back.
I dunno. It would be like losing your virginity and then becoming a born again virgin. Just freakin weeeiiird. And in the immortal words of Billy Joel,
only the good die young. And we can’t have that.



Images via Garance Doré & Gossip Girl Report.
Posted: 06/16/09 | Ramble > Uncategorized | 0 Comments
Isaac from Optus came to install my internet yesterday. Lucky I was sick because he was 7 hours late. He was forgiven when I realised that he had an awesome sense of humour.
He proceded to tell me that the if I was to put the memory stick used to install the internet on a PC (which I clearly don’t need) it would produce diamonds.
Aaahhhh Isaac from Optus. In my dreams. A memory stick that produced diamond when dropped in temperature. Little did he know that his visit to my house to hook me up with the world was even better than memory-stick-diamonds.
Posted: 04/22/09 | Ramble | 0 Comments
This stunning model would be Miss Fatty, not Miss Dior if she ate cake as many times as she walks into a patisserie in this spot.
As much as I love Sofia Coppola, and the beautiful colours she uses to marble Paris in this Ad . . . IT’S A LIE. A BEAUTIFUL LIE.
I still like it though. Even if she does look like a cake in that pink dress. Check it.
Thanks for the tip-off Stan.
Posted: 04/14/09 | Ramble | 3 Comments