Every winter, the fashion crowd—bloggers, editors, well- heeled customers—descends on a certain American city for a week of seemingly nonstop parties, many hosted by top-tier luxury magazines and sponsored by big-name designers. No, we’re not talking about New York Fashion Week.
In the old days, celebrity perfumes were plush, rarified things—scent couture, if you will. The lucky fan might get a whiff of the magic scent, but the juice wasn’t for sale. Today, of course, every celebrity has a perfume, and all it takes is a call to the Home Shopping Network to buy it. Ever wonder how this part of Western civilization devolved in this manner?