Meeting Naomi Goodsir and Isabelle Doyen
When I enter room n.55, I find myself in a completely white environment. The carpet on the ground is of thick creamy color, soft and voluptuous. All the rest is milk white: the furniture was wrapped in sheets. The idea is to cancel the chromatic perception to foster a strange uniformity. Naomi Goodsir wanted to summon those nights of insomnia when the mind is immersed in a sort of white noise, where you can't grasp your thoughts properly, nor recognize your emotions; you float, immersed in a dusty mist that dulls your brain, already half asleep yet unable to fully let go . A pretty disturbing thing. In the room, the only stimulus affecting the senses is a powerful vegetal perfume: green, magnetic, primitive, and gentle together . It takes a bit to understand it, but it's tuberose. Indeed, it is Naomi Goodsir's new launch: Nuit de Bakélite by Isabelle Doyen. "Naomi, after four woody, resinous, leathery scents... finally you've made a floral! An