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| Dior Homme starring Jude Law |
(Law has lost his Bosie-beauty and now entered his manlier handsome pot-pourri stage: it will last another five years before autumn's SagnBag era. Then, he may find his testicles less responsive to temperature: on cold nights in dark streets, passersby may think him just another middle-middle-aged man with patchy pate. His scent TV ad-days will be long gone. Never mind. Character parts are aplenty. A knighthood in his 50s cannot be ruled out.)
Matthew McConaughey is serially The One in D&G's latest, click here. A lone good-looking narcissist survives a welcome paparazzi pounce outside his hotel before unveiling himself of his shirt in his suite to reveal the spray-tanned six-pack. Look at me. Most men dream of this moment, imagined in shop window reflections; a glimpse of body theatre minus super-cape. The admiring audience is unseen cunt. What would spoil the moment is corporeal evidence of his sex appeal (ie presence of cunt). How clever of D&G to capture the reality of a male autoerotic nano-fantasy. Thank you Miles Davis for the moooooozak.
Naturally, wittiest perfume ad is Gaultier's Madame. Aygess Deyn re-edits herself with a pair of scissors: the essence of Madame, to repackage you. I should know. We are the mirror of transition for unseen cock. Instead of cock, we see Gaultier kissed.
Who's probably the oldest face in a current perfume TV ad.
1 comment:
At 5 mins Mr Ritchies ouevre is 4.30 too long. It is funny how when I grew up in the stews of the East End I never met him. Mr McConaghys offering was so-so. Adjzhness Diin. How the fuck does one pronounce it? Agnes Dean. Laura 'ollings. Silly cunt. Not that pretty either, much rather F.D;) As for J-P G I liked him with Antoine de Caunes in Eurotrash. Happy times.
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