Eccentric, gothic, playful, sexual.
A woodland elf with a crazed costumiers dress sense.
Helena Bonham Carter is the only living actress one can imagine brining in her own clothes to star as Miss Havisham, the Red Queen or an ape.
But what perfume would be the perfect compliment to her apparel?
One that matches her character we feel…
Eccentric, gothic, playful, sexual…. that’s l’Artisan Parfumeur’s Voleur de Roses in four words.
A menacing black mantilla of patchouli to make an entrance, pulled back over the head when the audience is underway to reveal full rose lips that, when kissed, carry something of plums, the bitterness of their skins still intact.
In time, a note of heavy theatrical maquillage becomes apparent, for this is, after all a performance of a Queen.
Perhaps the closest thing Britain has to a ‘movie star’ as opposed to the more august ‘actress’, Helena is quite every bit as grand as that double barreled name might suggest.
Her paternal great grandfather was H.H. Asquith, 1st Earl of Oxford and Prime Minister from 1908 to 1916, and that side of the family is littered with the great and the good from Florence Nightingale to the present day. Meanwhile on her mother’s side, her grandfather Eduardo Propper de Callejón saved thousands of Jews from the holocaust and was recognised as Righteous Among the Nations.
With that sort of pedigree, whilst Helena may not be a real queen she’s certainly screen aristocracy in every sense of the word.
Slice of antique wedding cake anyone?
The Perfumed Dandy.