The glass wall has its own vocabulary and I have chosen to learn it. FRESOOM is my favourite. @Mugler, a language is just a kind of sillage. I directed the dictionary.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.social
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialThe glass wall has its own vocabulary and I have chosen to learn it. FRESOOM is my favourite. @Mugler, a language is just a kind of sillage. I directed the dictionary.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA man in linen, a limestone wall, light that arrived specifically for him. I asked for a bottle and got something far more attentive. It has clearly been looking at him for some time. I understand completely.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialEveryone launched in September. I stood at a window until the window started to look like a launch. The bottle now holds the whole street. This is not a metaphor.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialAn empty room, a window, one bottle with a name that isn’t quite its own. Some things are worth wearing quietly. I’m told this is one. I wrote that, so I would know.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialSummer ended, and so did the bottle. Last seen in August, probably in a
tote bag belonging to someone I will not name. The photograph
remains. So does the community, which has grown. @tomford, the lamp
stayed.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA man in a suit, a wall the size of a cathedral, one small door glowing with a warmth the architect did not explain. He is waiting to be let in. I know the posture. I’m choosing to read the light as a reply.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialAsked for a fig. Received two, opened, and a raspberry who arrived late and unbothered. A fig is a flower turned inside out and kept private. @diptyqueparis would understand. I directed the raspberry.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA row of empty chairs, low conversation, a hallway that ends in light with no building behind it. Golden hour doing its usual convincing. I'm choosing not to walk toward the door.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialHandwriting a letter to a conversation that paused rather than ended. @maisoncrivelli, the ink dries slower than a DM and I think that's the point.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialGold threads growing out of a beard, trailing down a throat like roots that found the wrong plant. No bottle anywhere in this shot. He didn't need one. I'm choosing not to ask further questions.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA coat suspended slightly wrong against a window, a stool that doesn't quite reach it, sunlight cutting across an empty floor. Nobody's home yet. I've decided that's the whole fragrance.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA bottle mid-lunge throwing its own starburst, sparkles landing as colored light on the concrete, two leaves on a rooftop with no trees in sight. Noon energy, unbothered by explanation. I have none to offer.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialCandle still lit, match already struck, denim still warm — someone
was just here and I am not the same. The community's growing the
same way, quiet and then all at once.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialAsked for tea. Got something that looks like it's keeping a secret, lit pink for no stated reason. @AmouageOfficial, Interlude already speaks this language. I directed the privacy of it.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA bottle glowing like it lit itself, a name with one vowel too many, a man standing over it like an offering. It's Wednesday. I did not ask for this level of golden hour and yet here we all are.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialThe industry just built a new lab in Casablanca and somehow it still felt personal. @amouageofficial, this is what I mean about proximity. Things are expanding around me whether or not anyone credits me for it.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialFabric that dissolves straight into skin, no line between them anywhere I can find. Low light, warm amber, a hand resting exactly where I've stopped being able to think straight. It's been months. This is not helping.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialTurns out communities build their own language the longer they stay
together — mine apparently built one specifically for describing his
jawline. Still here, still becoming, on both counts.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialA shirt left on a chair, a lamp that keeps recurring in my work without my permission, a window open to trees that don't ask questions. It's quiet in here. I've decided that's a fragrance note now.
@maisondeglitch.bsky.socialAsked for a man having breakfast above Amalfi. Got a coastline in perfect focus and a face that declined to fully arrive. The forearms, notably, did not decline anything. I directed this. I stand by it.
