Are you guys serious? Look again ... that guy is not just "taking a deep breath", the cloud is not "orange-y rain", and the "magic moment" he's having has nothing to do with enjoying the desert view... the subliminal signals here are clumsy and exaggreated to the point of, well, plain obviousness. Without the "breathing" guy image the ad would probably have worked as an interesting and striking image - with him, and the "little guy" sprewing his stuff up all over the landscape, condensing the "dirt" into a white drop splashing down on the bottle...well... you gotta be a really hardcore perfumista to interprete that as a visual representation of the notes in the actual fragrance...
I like TF's ad's. Kind of tongue-in-cheek.
I guess this commercial tries to suggest, at a very generic and mass-market level, some shamanic/esoteric associations.
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For what it's worth, my two cents:
Dude goes to Burning Man, and, after having dropped an inaugural dose of LSD, realizes that, rather than being in for the time of his life and a cathartic inner awakening, he is merely stranded in the desert for three days with an ever burgeoning crowd of half-wits: An epiphany of sorts. In a sudden panic, he then distances himself from the chanting, bongo-playing, body-painted crowd of lunatics, and, in hopes of enlightenment and an invasion of Spirits that will actually allow him the courage to turn around and investigate one of the orgy tents, then fearlessly get a tattoo, (I am interpreting Dr. Perfumistico's re-do)
he raises his arms to the horizon and screams as loud as he can. The expression on his face in the head shot occurs after he realizes that, rather than hearing himself emitting the scream, he audibly detects nothing: He is deep in thought, processing that "If A Tree Falls in The Forest" conundrum, since, rather than hearing his scream, he saw it.
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"...a Chacun son Mauvais Gout."
No kidding! Mr. Mouchie, you could write a book in the new genre of literary perfume satire!
I have no idea how to interpret the ad, but I'm wearing the Pure Parfum TDH today and it's good stuff.
"I am a robot and I like cheese"
1. Axe Kilo
2. Lectric Shave
3. Vicks Vapor Rub
4. Febreze Pour Homme
5. Preferred Stock
Seriously - this matches the video for it, where the guy grabs the handful of orange dust and throws it up into the air to make the dry cloud, etc., etc. This is Hermès doing its usual job of *putting* too much into it. Does anybody get anything back out of it? Who cares? It looks "arty". As long as the stuff that really sells the juice is in it, too, they've got both bases covered.
If you get Hermès magazine (their "this is not a catalog, this is an art magazine" catalog), then you know that they do this stuff as their primary modus operandi. "Above all else, appear artistic." Dig around on the web, where they discuss their ads, and they'll even say what they're trying to represent, point blank (I was a total Hermèsophile as a n00b - I would drool over every written word about Hermès frags). If you've ever wondered why people cheer so much every time when LVMH fails to acquire Hermès, this is exactly why. It's just plain encouraging that some designer takes itself so ridiculously seriously that the very absurdity of it becomes yet another milestone of authentic luxury in an iPad era where luxury otherwise fails to truly understand itself.
The horse gallops across the plain - water meanders - a bird flies overhead. The helicopter footage seems to have happened by magic. You almost want Maximus to appear out of nowhere in a Ridley Scott moment, but no human must enter the picture. Genius! Voyage de Hermès.
Next - open your magazine. Twenty-something woman, too thin, wrong new clothes that fascinate, clunky shoes, no prices listed anywhere. She sits in a field on a lab stool holding origami. She anti-smiles, and she looks like a steampunk/50's secretary, but somehow she's still hot. OMG, it's Hermès! MUST SEE IF THEY HAVE SOMETHING I LOVE WHICH IS THAT UNCOOL.
Sorry - couldn't resist! Please don't take me off your mailing list, Hermès! I promise to be a good fanboy from now on!
( I like MdM's interpretation, myself. )
Gentlemen, Thank you. May I ask: Does anyone reading own the "parfum" strength of this? I do, and I'm perfectly flummoxed by it: Though I have never actually worn "Terre d'Hermes," I have admired it on other men: It is in league with Equipage as being very close to perfect in a certain sense of how a manly man might smell as he descends from his private jet. Now, my dogs love private jets more than i do, as they can pretty much have their way about the entire cabin once the craft is air born, only requiring being in papa's arms during take off and landing, this not being the easiest scenario for papa to endure as they are of a certain size. When I descend from a private jet, I tend to smell more like dog. I'll tell you, though, when a man wears this, and you catch a hint of its sillage, to quote Annie Lennox's words concerning Tina Turner, it's "simply....supreme." Why, then, am I so uninterested in this parfum? I've a full 2.8 ounce block of crystal sitting upright in its box in the cave, and every time i'm down there, I will sooner grab Amouage Gold Man if I want a "man fix." I was persuaded that, if this is indeed "parfum," as in extract, it would have been better presented had said H-shaped block of crystal been stoppered: For me, unless it's Guerlain Wasser-Water, Parfum is difficult to apply with a vapo. I've tried it, and it just makes me nuts: I end up loathing how I smell: Too heavy, to oakmossy, too....un romantic. (I require an huge dose of romance in anything I actually wear.) Is their a secret as to how to apply this to make it as divine as it is on other men? Or, perhaps, I should have better bought the EdT? I have sprayed the latter on my wrist in perfumeries and swooned. When I spray the parfum on the very same wrist, I'm afraid I sort of gag. (Not "Muscs Kublai-Kahn Level" gagging, but somewhat sophicated just the same.) I'm now inhaling "Back to Black," which out-parfums any parfum that is clearly labeled as such, and my nostrils cannot get enough of it: I dream of the day Dr. Perfumistico ties me up, boots up his "Angel Infusion Device," fills it up with it, then attaches it to my head via the three tubes: This trip I prefer to the "LSD in the desert" scenario, as I am more of an "Opium in the Pillow Pit" kind of guy: Very languid am I. Should I give Td'H another try, or "mark it up and sell it off?" (To age in the depths of the cave awaiting the day it is discontinued in this strength and everybody is clamoring for it.) If I do give it another go, how might I go about it? any suggestions?
"...a Chacun son Mauvais Gout."
Dunno. I have the EdT, and like it, but don't love it or wear it often. Since folks here seem to make much ado about the difference of the parfum concentration, I'm very curious about it. If it is indeed stronger, then I don't need it. The EdT comes across as potent as a parfum already!