Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you the Ted Kaczynski of contemporary fashion: Patrick Petitjean, aged 25, of France. Patrick is versatile. He is Grizzly Adams, the man on the street who just asked you for a dime (you refused), Godspell revival, and Abe Lincoln. He is man, woman, and wolf, all rolled into one. He crosses and confuses gender boundaries and preconceptions. He's the perfect fashion model, we believe, because you can't look at him without imagining he must smell. He brings fashion down to earth, literally, rubbing it in the dirt. Here are the scents we suggest for Patrick Petitjean:
Kenzo Air: all peppery vetiver and arid grit
Comme des Garcon 2 Man: citrus smoke and a singeing incense vaporousness
Baron, The Gentleman: pungent, ever so slightly dysfunctional lavender
Kolnisch Juchten: charred leather and delicious, pickled wine barrel cork
Body Kouros: a slightly sexualized wrestling match with eucalyptus, and the plant is winning
M7: Look what happened to that glass of Coke you left on the table--for twenty years.
Hermes Equipage: Let's take a ride on my horse's saddle. Please sit on your face.
Knize Ten: Welcome to my studio. Sorry about the smell. I've been cleaning my paintbrushes.
Bond No. 9, Broadway Nite: What did you expect me to smell like--armpit?