Elegance is an armour. To sense this singular man, one should cast aside the impeccable finish of his made-to-measure suits, see through the stiffness of his collar and the modern prince mask he wears. He is sophisticated and excels in the art of concealing, yet some details betray him: here the sheen of a satin cuff, there the finesse of a manicured hand.
Under the powerful trail of vetiver, leather and Tonka bean is concealed the sensuous personality of Putain des Palaces aroused by an overdose of dynamone, benzoin and opoponax, like a streak of lip gloss revealed here by the presence of rose essence. He is a master of pretence and skilfully dissimulates his true nature; he disguises it and imprisons it in the mirror of his compact powder case. He expresses his ambivalence by indulging in disconcerting contrasts. Etat Libre D’Orange Delicious Closet Queen.