Via Huffington Post.
Even if it means going all the way to the Lower East Side.
From Priscilla Frank in the Huffington Post:
Wawrzyniak spent a year working with Hunter College chemistry students to explore her personal brand of perfume. Acting as both the artist and subject, Wawrzyniak used experimental technologies to extract the essence of her signature scent from sweat, hair and tears.
The artist then collaborated with a professional perfumer and scent director to create a synthetic replication of her organic odor, which will in turn be released inside a specially designed scent chamber. The lucky viewers (or, smellers in this case,) will experience the scent chamber individually, getting a solitary experience with l’eau d’Martynka.Solitary experience chambers? Hopefully not like the old ones in Times Square that used to take quarters.
From Wawrzyniak’s page at envoy enterprises (the gallery):
[T]he artist underwent multiple experiments to collect aromatic elements from her body.The fart balloon—a great idea that didn’t work out as planned.
She was subject to rigorous sessions to extract the concentrated essence of her sweat, tears and hair . . .Fifty Shades of Gray rigorous? Or James Bond at Shrublands rigorous?
“The piece represents the true essence of a woman – free of visual prejudice.”No problem—I only read Playboy for the articles. BTW what’s the olfactory equivalent of ogle–sniffle? Snoffle? Snogle?
Martynka Wawrzyniak’s exhibit “Smell Me” runs from October 20 through November 18 at envoy enterprises, 87 Rivington Street, in New York (between Orchard and Ludlow). See you there.