MAN ABOUT L.A.

These dog days are perfect to read about Hedi Slimane’s latest urban crush. The summer issue of Man About Town curated by ex-first man of Dior Homme is so f*cking good that I want to smash my head through the magazine and live inside it forever. You should start reading it in the middle with Chandler Burr’s story about the scent of L.A. » … LA smells aspirational. Dicken’s LA novel would be Heightened Expectations. Everyone has his or her metropolitan loves and loathings. In casual conversation LA usually falls into the latter category. ”Oh God, LA” at once telegraphs intimacy with the movie industry and being above it. Pretension on steroids. … One of the crucial scents of Los Angeles is a scent that everyone knows but almost no one can identify. The scent the highway wind blows off my left arm as the sun warms it is the scent of 3-methylcyclopentadecanone. This molecule’s common name is muscone, and its sun-warmed clean skin scent is wonderful, subtle, sensual in the most calming way. Buddhism as a smell. … «