While art leaves its mark, perfume has an inherently immaterial dimension. The top notes, the heart notes, citrus or explosive. But there must something for the eye to take in: the bottle, the material, the vaporiser; and the box, the bed in which it lies, like an echo, an apparition, a transition to the real. Kilian and his artisans opted to risk coming down to earth, to work with silver, gold, Calais lace and lacquer; to seek ways to recharge (and not throw away); to dare to interpret what they dream, draw out the essence, immortalise. To translate with the risk of betraying, but also to reconnect. Find oneself.
Art & Culture
Soaking up the times the better to express them When Kilian speaks about his perfumes, he’ll “stumble across” literary or cinematographic references, or sensual allusions (to good food, or the skin), as if his work were constantly (deliberately) set in vibration by this referencing system. These are the rungs of the ladder leading to his perfumes, which do not spring from a cloud, or a nose or a pistil, but from what makes us better: a museum, the work of a filmmaker or composer, an evening out, a restaurant, another person.
True luxury should last forever
Luxury, like happiness, is the blurry notion of something good that happens. The art of Kilian is to capture it, like a whiff of the times, and make it last. His perfumes are messages conveyed in a mist, or a gust, to defy fate, and that may just take hold, endure; slide into a heady, addictive eternity. Luxury should always be lasting, and that is a voluptuous challenge, to capture what is ephemeral the better to savour it. To slow down time and enhance the sensations. To go back to the origins of perfume, when bottle and box were its coat of arms; the embodiment of a spirit.