An ode to the Good Girl

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Perfumes are sensuous, invisible accessories that add the finishing touch to an outfit. Just as having great style is more than having a wardrobe full of clothes, so having a signature scent is more than putting on a perfume diligently everyday.

For as long as I can remember, my mother had used a small spritz of Escape by Calvin Klein as the finale of her makeup routine. She liked the fruity, floral notes of mandarin, apricot, and ylang ylang, mixed with a base of vanilla and sandalwood – a crisp, refreshing scent that was welcoming but not overwhelming and lingered throughout the day. She was such an adherent to the perfume that she bought a bottle whenever she travelled. Unfortunately, it was discontinued several years ago and became increasingly harder to find in stores. It felt like the end of an era when she settled for Chanel N°5 as a replacement because I had grown so accustomed to her old signature scent, which captured her daydreaming personality.

The crowning moment of womanhood is choosing a signature scent that embodies who you are and who you want to be. After some years of sampling fragrances in department stores and looking at their various campaigns, I have finally found my signature scent: Good Girl by Carolina Herrera.

The vision

Perfume is an accessory. As with Couture, creating a scent is a long and thoughtful process. GOOD GIRL’s fragrance is inspired by Carolina Herrera’s unique vision of the modern woman: audacious, sexy, elegant and enigmatic. Forever pushing and crossing the limits.

Powerful, playful and a lady on the edge, the GOOD GIRL is never afraid to be herself, challenging the expectations of everyone she meets. Her magnetic sensuality captivates men and women alike as she knows exactly where and when to reveal her true self.

The name

Like the city of New York itself, GOOD GIRL is bold, powerful and daring. In a town where everything is possible, GOOD GIRL empowers women to be their total self and to make the city their own.

The fragrance

The complex duality of modern femininity is captured in this sophisticated yet multifaceted women’s perfume […] with the luminous facet of tuberose and best quality Sambac Jasmine contrasted with the dangerously addictive notes of roasted tonka beans and Cocoa.

I like that the scent is not overwhelming but lasts throughout the day and transitions subtly from dawn to dusk, from sweet and fruity to spicy and floral – perfect for a woman on the go.

The bottle

Heels are the ultimate symbol of power, igniting passions with their extreme sensuality. Completing that ‘femme fatale’ look, the GOOD GIRL bottle defies the laws of earthly attraction, combining haute couture aesthetics with technical expertise. If you give a girl the right shoe, she can conquer the world.

The beautiful bottle can really add flair and personality when displayed on your vanity or night stand.

The campaign

Inspired by Herrera de Baez, embodied by Karlie Kloss and immortalized by Mario Testino, GOOD GIRL is showing the world what the power of femininity looks like, smells like, feels like… In this campaign, Testino brings a third dimension to the concept of duality by casting a light on the mystery of woman and putting her true self on display.

Get the fragrance

You cannot go wrong when gifting someone their signature scent – it shows that you notice and appreciate the finer subtleties of their being! 😉

7 poems about beauty

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Happy Valentine’s Day! What better way to celebrate this day of love than by enjoying some beautifully written poems about beauty – sought after, beheld, and admired! ♥

1. Seeking Beauty by William Henry Davies

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth—
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here’s my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green—
A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
That even swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life’s a cheat, let Death end my distress.

2. The Sovereign Beauty (Sonnet III from Amoretti) by Edmund Spenser

The sovereign beauty which I do admire,
Witness the world how worthy to be praised!
The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire
In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised;
That being now with her huge brightness dazed,
Base thing I can no more endure to view:
But looking still on her, I stand amazed
At wondrous sight of so celestial hue.
So when my tongue would speak her praises due,
It stopped is with thought’s astonishment:
And when my pen would write her titles true,
It ravish’d is with fancy’s wonderment:

Yet in my heart I then both speak and write
The wonder that my wit cannot endite.

3. There be none of Beauty’s daughters by Lord Byron

There be none of Beauty’s daughters
With a magic like Thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmèd ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull’d winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.


4. Sonnet IV by Michael Drayton

Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit
A thousand nymph-like and enamour’d Graces,
The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
Which there in order take their several places;
In whose dear bosom sweet delicious Love
Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
Since he that blessed Paradise did prove,
And leaves his mother’s lap to sport him there.
Let others strive to entertain with words;
My soul is of a braver metal made;
I hold that vile which vulgar wit affords;
In me’s that faith which Time cannot invade.
Let what I praise be still made good by you;
Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true.

5. Soul’s Beauty by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Under the arch of Life, where love and death,
Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw
Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe,
I drew it in as simply as my breath.
Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath,
The sky and sea bend on thee,—which can draw,
By sea or sky or woman, to one law,
The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath.

This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise
Thy voice and hand shake still,—long known to thee
By flying hair and fluttering hem,—the beat
Following her daily of thy heart and feet,
How passionately and irretrievably,
In what fond flight, how many ways and days!

6. Beauty Arise by Thomas Dekker

Beauty arise, show forth thy glorious shining,
Thine eyes feed love, for them he standeth pining;
Honor and youth attend to do their duty
To thee (their only sovereign) Beauty.
Beauty arise, whilst we, thy servants, sing,
Io to Hymen, wedlock’s jocund King.
Io to Hymen, Io, Io, sing;
Of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen king.

Beauty arise, Beauty arise, thy glorious lights display,
Whilst we sing Io, glad to see this day.
Io, Io, to Hymen, Io, Io, sing;
Of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen King.

7. Sonnet XVIII by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

As the wonderful writer Alexandra York once wrote,

Reason is the sun. Beauty is the moon. The second is revealed by the light of the first.

This Valentine’s Day, take a moment to appreciate what distinguishes humans from all other things on Earth – we are creatures of reason and seekers of beauty.