“If a lion could speak, we could not understand him.” Wittgenstein For the second night in a row, my dog, made restless by storms, has woken me up. Her routine involves walking on my sternum and neck, and panting midnight dog breath onto my innocent face until I escort her downstairs for an interlude of […]
Read More Egocentric cats and narcissistic humans: the mysterious minds of othersAfter some years of both admiring and cringing at reviewers’ efforts to translate scent into words, it finally occurred to me that the very impossibility of doing so was part of the attraction, that if one could, finally, once and for all, verbally reduce the scent of Amouage’s Jubilation XXV or Guerlain’s Apres L’onde, then […]
Read More Daring to speak the impossible language of beautyThe first dog I had as an adult was spectacular, an enormous, mostly black Malamute. Adults gawped, and kids would sometimes ask from a respectful distance, “Is he a wolf?” Though it’s been decades, there are people in that town who still remember me as that magnificent dog’s companion, folks who recall the tableau of […]
Read More An invisible woman with an invisible dogI was walking across a Menard’s parking lot a couple of months before the 2016 election when a car swerved toward me as if to run me down. It was a fortyish white guy in a white Buick with a red Trump bumper sticker. He got so close I could see the McDonald’s cup in […]
Read More When the MAGA fashion police decide you’re a faggotBecause, for most people, perfume is mainly about smelling good, niche perfumes — those that, by definition, do not aim to be pleasing to the masses — can be confounding. How, in God’s name, could anyone want to smell like a bat’s cave, oily rubber, or, gasp, a slightly warm armpit encased in a leather […]
Read More Zoologist Perfumes: animal subjectivity and empathetic imaginationMy two hound mixes have been dead for a couple of years now, and all I’m left with is this terrier-chihuahua something-or-other who occasionally looks more like a cartoon rendering than an actual dog. Battle-scarred, bug-eyed, and half-deaf, she’s adapted over the years by pushing more and more of her consciousness into her nose. And […]
Read More My old dog’s nose: On equanimity and agingPeople like to say that Chanel no. 5 is an iconic perfume, but it is so much more than that. Not only is it a consumer superstar and a genuinely interesting fragrance, its cultural associations with history, elitism, and a very particular version of femininity mark it as a watershed creation no matter how you […]
Read More Chanel no. 5 and our aspirational, fantasy selves
