mono no aware

a thousand sighs in synchronicity

blossom snow - tokyo

a soft breeze stirs the snow of cherry blossoms from the canopy of ancient trees, in a riot of full bloom.  

we are enveloped in sweet, fresh intoxicating fragrance – blossoms on our faces and at our feet. in a collective celebration of fleeting beauty, we wander among the revelers at the edge of the imperial palace moat. in the night sky the trees are washed in brilliant light - a luminous pink ceiling of a million blooms.  

chidorigafuchi - edo castle moat - tokyo

this fleeting instant of striking beauty remains with me, unforgettable.

full bloom - chidorigafuchi , tokyo

in studying this concept “aware” — pronounced “ah wah re”, i return to that moment. a gift from my client – the president of the leading retail company that had put their faith in us to design a legacy project. he swept me away from hours and days of non-stop design, presentations, and meetings to experience this moment.

edo palace grounds, tokyo

after working in japan for many years, this was the night i became partly japanese. this was the instant that i felt the meaning of mono no aware – the power of fleeting beauty, the power of an instant, an instant of a thousand sighs.

cherry blossoms - edo castle moat, tokyo

the scent of summer’s end

fall opening light

i wished to capture the smell of today in a bottle. inhaling,

i was transported back in time to my earliest childhood.

i became  that child, in breathing that scent. 

the slight cool crispness, freshly harvested earth, grasses gone to seed,

after the rain of the night, heated by the sun at just that angle -

and all the other magical notes, the alchemy of the fragrance that is only this moment.

and that moment of being that echoed forward to today.

the scent of place

how do we create captivating places that hold in our memories – that draw us back over and over, that linger in our minds, pulling us to them again?  in the design of places, i’ve been thinking about captivation and memory.  why places draw my attraction or repulsion, why places pull me in – and what is striking about the nature of memorable places?  

rose window

 

 

the power of the link between memory and scent deepens the connection to the experience of place.  the more i’ve explored the idea, my experience is heightened – like smelling in technicolor.  many of my most powerful memories of places can be triggered by scent.  

last summer, i met lorenzo villoresi in his atelier in florence – surrounded by thousands of essences he has collected from travels all over the world, i asked him about the idea of scent in architecture or place, rather than the personal fragrance that he is most known for creating.  he shared this book with me “invisible architecture, experiencing places through the sense of smell”, a wonderful exploration of this concept.  

lorenzo villoresi - florence, italy

 

in the hills above florence we explored one of the few iris farms dedicated to the production of the essence.  as he explained, the iris essence is nearly 10 times the cost of most essences “notes” as the nose calls them.  the rare iris essence is extracted from iris bulbs – the flower has no scent.  the bulbs are re-planted after shaving off the bottom two-thirds, macerating, drying and powderizing.  

iris bulb harvest - tuscany

 

iris collection arbor - tuscany

 

dried iris bulbs - tuscany

 

 i still remember being stricken by memory through scent when i picked up an old perfume bottle from a friend’s dresser, and was overwhelmed with the memory of my babysitter from preschool years, whom i hadn’t seen or thought of for more than 10 years – her presence was powerfully evoked to that moment through her fragrance.  it wasn’t dragon’s blood – i don’t even know the name of that perfume, but i know that i can recognize that scent again 20 years later. 

dragon's blood - pharmacia in florence, italy

 

i gravitate toward the scent of wood, wet fir, earth, leaves and tangled underbrush from the misted forests of my early childhood – those scents transport me back to the earth in my mouth and leaves in my hair as i tumbled down a fern-covered ravine.

forest path

 

about six months before i travelled to bhutan, bertrand duchaufour created a fragrance for l’artisan, the french perfumer - named dzongkha - that is the national language of bhutan. this fragrance he created was based upon his travels in bhutan - when i found this fragrance i was very intrigued.  dark, smoky, woody – scents that i love, gave me a preview of what i was to experience in the himalayan temples of this small buddhist kingdom.  i fell in love, with both the fragrance, and the place.  i’ve kept that fragrance close since that journey, and it transports me there.

bhutan temple

 

i’ve been imagining a place – a new project, a building made of materials selected based upon their embodied scent. no drywall, no paint, no glues – beyond non-toxic.  pure materials, and their response to wind, sunlight, chill, and rain – the changing of the seasons, the climate, the cycles of day to night.  would that place be memorable?