Death has captivated me when I heard the famous words of insane philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, “God is dead.” For most of us – like life – we do not know the rest of the passage. It was years later I came to read, “Shall we not ourselves have to become Gods, merely to see worthy of it?”
We did not murder God, we murdered our preconceived notion that life is predestined. There was once a prescribed purpose, so what now? We procreate, we build empires; vanities of our mortal existence.
It is this hypocrisy that I desire to capture. What better medium than perfumery?
Permanence, fleeting. East, West. Life, death. This duality, my point of view towards our fleeting time in this world, an unspoken diary in molecules. My way of connecting with you, to us, with our common humanity.