Articles tagged with: Elisa Gabbert
As the haze and heat of summer kick into full swing, the folk of Open Letters break out their annual Summer Reading recommendations!
In the course of the year, many, many books cross the paths of OLM’s editors, and the end of the year is a natural time for reflecting on that endless stream. Our editors each pick a book from their year-in-reading that stood out from the rest.
Our unabashedly bookish editors and friends look back on some of the highlights from 2014’s reading.
Ben Lerner has followed his breakout novel Leaving the Atocha Station with a metafictional tale of a second-time novelist trying to throw a book together. Is it more than a game?
It’s summer at last, and you won’t find any relief from the heat in our editors’ round-up of the hottest books they know.
Our feature continues, as more Open Letters folk share their annual Summer Reading recommendations!
On Kate Zambreno’s Heroines and the crime of dismissive criticism in both Bookforum and The LA Review of Books
The author of Coming to My Senses in conversation with our own example of a very special breed of aesthete, the perfume lover.
You choose a perfume, you apply it, and you let it live and breathe on your skin – but you never, never mix and match. Or so goes the conventional wisdom. Our resident maitresse de parfums begs to differ – and shares some interesting discoveries
In this special feature, we look back at some highlights of the reading we did in 2011
More highlights from our 2011 reading
Our resident nose slows down in front of a perfume counter and stops to smell what’s selling
Our resident nose sniffs those most populist of perfumes: the ones we rub under our arms. Join her on a guided tour through the pharmacy aisle.
It seems a given that natural scents would be preferable to synthetics, but might it be that our our perfume biases are too simplistic?
Our poet of perfume and the curator of the brand new Center of Olfactory Art discuss why perfumes demand to be smelled and why “perfume is the only art form in which Americans are more illiterate than poetry.”
The great lie of the perfume industry is that the scents you wear are created by the designers that brand them. In fact perfumers with signature styles are behind those scents, and Elisa Gabbert gives them some overdue recognition.
Music and photographs can stir memories, but in the world of scent, only a single molecule — a single note — is needed to take us deep. In this installment of her regular column, our author waxes on how the Eighties and Nineties smelled.
Our regular scentstress extols the difficult: sharp notes, throwbacks, and sweaty musks over easy patchoulis and fruity bores.
Roses: they might have smelled sweet to Shakespeare, but what did he know about the perfume industry? Our regular olfactory column takes on the biggest scent cliche of them all.