In Discovering Perfume, I Discovered Who I Am
Before I transitioned, perfume was the only thing I felt safe to experiment with. It worked in the realm of the invisible, the as-yet-unsayable.
Institut supérieur international du parfum, de la cosmétique et de l'aromatique alimentaire
What is beautiful? How do we serve that beauty?
Mitsouko
This is the year
L’air du temps
Silence of the Lambs
Dolce
Terre d’Hermes
I
Terre d’Hermes
Terre d’Hermes
Terre d’Hermes
I wish I could be here as myself
L’Ombre dans L’Eau
Mishka Hoosen is a writer and researcher from Johannesburg in South Africa. Their work has appeared on the Ploughshares Blog, and in Bare Fiction, Plume, Illuminations, Rolling Stone South Africa, The Missing Slate, and others. They write extensively on perfume, madness, and the body. They are currently working on a novel, "Through Smoke", which will examine perfume as an embodiment of desire and remembrance in the postcolonial city.
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