今日は、私ひとりのholiday。
昼下がり、
花ばさみをもって お庭にでました。
そして、私とおなじように
その香りに引き寄せられた蜂や蝶が周りを飛び回る
クチナシの樹から
瑞々しい白い花を 二輪ほどいただきました。
小さな花瓶にさして、
部屋に飾ると、得も言われぬ 芳香が広がり、
うっとりした午後を、微睡んでいる間に
すっかり眠ってしまいました。
こんな音楽を聞きながら。
香りというのは、
きっと、なにかとても深く身体に作用するのでしょうね
マイケルの命日だというのに
のんびりと まどろみの午後を過ごし
はっと気づけば もうすっかり夕刻。。
香りは、
もう長年、愛用のものが いくつか決まっているけれど、
クチナシの香り・・王道だけれど、そのリラックス効果を
今日、改めて体感したので、
新しくクチナシの香り、探してみるかな～と。。
で、これは、どうかしら？と。。。ね。。
The History of Jungle Gardenia...
http://www.timelessperfumes.com/Jungle%20Gardenia%20Perfume.htm
で・・。。
↑この「Jungle Gardenia」の歴史のページを
ふ～ん、なるほどと、つらつら読んでいて、驚愕！！
“世界で最もエキゾチックな香水”と言われる「Jungle Gardenia」は、
1932年にTuvache' というＮＹの会社で作られた。
Tuvache'とは、ギュスターヴ・フロベールの「ボヴァリー夫人」という
有名なフランスの小説の中のキャラクター 、Madame Tuvache'に由来する。
――ふんふん。
な？なになに？
Michael Jackson～？ え？なに？
――This "Most Exotic Fragrance in the World" was the signature scent of famous actresses, ～～ Elizabeth Taylor and even her close friend, Michael Jackson.
In an article about him titled, "The Boy Who Would Be King," in the September 2009 issue of Vanity Fair magazine, the author Lisa Robinson reports that Michael Jackson loved Jungle Gardenia and wore it onstage.
この世界で最もエキゾチックな香水は、～～や、ｴﾘｻﾞﾍﾞｽ･ﾃｰﾗｰと彼女の親しい友人、
ﾏｲｹﾙｼﾞｬｸｿﾝにさえお墨付きであった。
彼についての記事、ｳﾞｧﾆﾃｨｰﾌｪｱﾏｶﾞｼﾞﾝの2009年9月号の「王になろうとした少年」の中で、リサ・ロビンソンは、マイケルが「ジャングル・ガーデニア」を愛していて、それをステージで着けていたとレポートしている。――
えぇ？ ほんとに？ 知らなかったでしゅ・・
ヤバいわぁ～
で、その記事↓、探して読んでみましたら、
ぬぁ～～んと、
マイケルが、「ジャングル・ガーデニア」をつけて出たステージというのは、
私が、本当の意味で、マイケルに落ちた
あの輝ける・・1988年のマンミラのステージですよ！
炎のようなGrammy Awards performance 1988.3.2.！！！！
ということは・・
クチナシの花の香りで落ちた眠り、
今日の午後のわたしのお昼寝の香りは、
マンミラのマイケルの香りだったってことですか？？？
・・もう、わたくし・・・心の底から、
空中に溶けてダンスを踊っている
マイケルの霊魂というものを信じます・・・
どうぞ、マイケルのファンの方も、そうでない方も
マ狂の戯言とお笑いくださいませ～
～～ ～～ ～～ 
With her interviews and notes from the early chapters of the pop king’s career, the author resurrects the innocent, ebullient, exploring youth as he confided his struggle to move beyond his family and take control of his art. Photographs by Annie Leibovitz, from her 1989 V.F. shoot with a then 31-year-old Jackson.
The Westin Crown Center Hotel, Kansas City, Missouri, February 23, 1988: Michael Jackson had just finished the opening night of his Bad tour and his manager, Frank DiLeo, arranged for me to visit the star in his hotel suite. No handlers, no bodyguards, no hangers-on, no family members—unusual for a Jackson visitation—but we’d had a friendly journalist-to-artist relationship for the past 16 years, and Michael asked to see me. For Kansas City, the suite was lavish, the size of a small apartment, but as I entered, let in by a security guard, Michael was nowhere to be seen. “Michael?,” I called as I walked around. After a few minutes, I heard giggling from behind a door. The 29-year-old Michael Jackson was literally playing hide-and-seek. Eventually he appeared, wearing black trousers and a bright-red shirt, his semi-straightened hair in a loose ponytail with a few strands falling over his face. He hugged me. He was taller than I’d remembered, taller than he appeared in photos, and while his giggling continued, I thought that the hug was a hug from a man—not a boy—and while there was nothing sexual, it just was strong. Then he pulled back, looked at me, and said, in the lower and more “normal” of the two voices he could produce at will, “What’s that smell? What’s that perfume? I know that smell.” I laughed. “Oh, Michael, you don’t know this perfume. It’s an old drag-queen perfume from the 1950s.” At the words “drag queen” he started giggling and repeated: “Drag queen … hahahahahaha!!! No, I know it. It’s Jungle Gardenia, right?” I was more than slightly surprised. “How do you know that? The only people who’ve ever recognized this perfume are Bryan Ferry and Nick Rhodes. Well, I guess you’re not as la-la as they say you are.” The phrase “la-la” cracked him up and he repeated it: “La-la … hahahahahaha!!!”
A few days later I sent a case of Jungle Gardenia to his hotel suite at New York City’s Helmsley Palace. The following night, on March 2, I stood in the wings at Radio City Music Hall as Michael waited with gospel singers the Winans, about to perform “Man in the Mirror” for the Grammy Awards live telecast. Looking at me he whispered, “Thanks for the smells.…I’m wearing it now.”
Michael Jackson was one of the most talented, adorable, enthusiastic, sweet, ebullient performers I’d ever interviewed. From 1972 to 1989, I spent time with Michael at his family’s home in Encino, California, in New York City, backstage at his concerts, at parties, at Studio 54, and on the phone. And in 1972, when Michael was 14 but I thought he was 12 (he was 10 when he got to Motown but was told to say he was 8 because he’d seem cuter), we did the first of many interviews.