In 1955, Gloria Vanderbilt was not only an internationally famous heiress, but also an aspiring actress. She was appearing in a very brief revival of William Saroyan’s play The Time of Your Life at the City Center theater on 55th Street — not quite Broadway, but still midtown Manhattan.
I honestly can’t remember why I was searching for photos of Stephanie Seymour’s dressing table a few nights ago. There was some train of thought (probably connected to her son’s recent arrest, or to the memory of the time I met her husband at his art foundation?) that led me to wonder what perfume(s) she might wear.
There’s nothing I love more than a well-researched and well-executed fragrance/art/fashion collaboration…and there’s nothing that annoys me more than a collaboration that, well, isn’t very well-researched.
I recently read Hanya Yanagihara’s novel A Little Life. (Many thanks to my friend T. for lending me her copy!) I’m not going to write an actual review; in any case, I’m still sorting out my thoughts about this compelling and troubling (and very long) book.
However, I did want to share one observation I made towards the end of the novel—a perfume-related thought! (If you haven’t yet read A Little Life and you don’t want any potential spoilers, you may wish to stop here.)
From the collections of the Cooper Hewitt / Smithsonian Design Museum.
Print, The Sense of Smell, ca. 1750; Designed by François-Thomas Mondon (French, ca. 1709 – 1755); France; hand-colored etching with watercolor on paper; 19 5/16 X 21 15/16 in. (49.0 X 55.8 cm); Gift of Eleanor and Sarah Hewitt; 1921-22-290