Nothing is scarier than getting your rights taken away by the government, and here’s what I wore and ate the week I lost my right to strike and negotiate a contract, but was happy to be at a job I love. I wore a lot of Soviet brown on my adventures and smelled like a rich auntie. A friend had given me some Grand Soir this summer, and it was finally time to pull it out. I remember it being more dense and heavy, but despite being an amber Grand Soir has an airyness to it that’s almost fizzy. It’s something that Kurdjian does so well that, and every time I’ve worn Grand Soir I’ve felt like I was wearing a masterpiece. I’ve come to realize that sometimes the perfumes that stand the test of time really are well-loved for a reason. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
