OR the chunky knit scarf, part ii.
The Gucci store in the Prudential Center has, ludicrously, gold mirror columns jutting from the storefront. They are very distracting for a sphinx.
Faithfully I report the current bundled up look, much as described. Taken with some haste so you get those authentic touches of sloppiness that so often accompany the living. Later it snowed and I bought soap.
I don’t usually like even a hint of powder but for Rush I make an exception. What does it smell like? Technically it smells like peaches and patchouli, at once earthy and unmistakably sweet, with almost no evolution on the skin. Actually it smells like you intend to have a great time. Like maybe your clothes are a little tight and you went to town with the hairspray. This launched in 1999? To me it is already old-school awesome.
Typical Rush scenario, which truly happened:
Me (to guy): …Did you just rub your chin on my shoulder?
guy (now sheepish): I was smelling you…is that cool?
Me (laughing): It’s cool.
You may want to wait until after sundown, but wear Gucci Rush. People will smell you. [So, as long as you are cool with that.]