We were a really anti-cosmetics family growing up. My mum didn't even own a mascara and the one fragrance my dad could tolerate on her was Givenchy L'interdit because he fancied Audrey Hepburn for whom the perfume was apparently made. I wasn't even allowed deodorant. My parents were from the hippy generation and were totally comfortable with BO.
The primary scent I can remember is my brother's bottle of Dior Fahrenheit and once I moved into his room, age six, I kept the bottle together with the Terminator poster and a glossy topless girls Budweizer poster above my bed. I feel growing up in a room that was full of boys’ stuff shaped my aesthetic. I religiously read his FHM subscription back to...
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