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Bea leaned back against the stainless steel counter so that at his vantage point, he would notice as she unfurled her body in his direction. The heavy relaxed shoulders appeared unaware, but she had felt his gaze at her back since she walked into the crew tent, and had risen to it.
Over the clatter of plates and forks on tin and the scent of fried potato she heard his voice for the first time, strained to listen to what might have been an Irish accent, or Aussie. She imagined him at a wild beach wet from the waves and pressed against cool rock. Their plates full, Bea rejoined her crew, making her way to the dining area in the stuffy but shaded tent, and then waved past them gesticulating to the opening, to follow the loping form ahead of her into the fading sun and open air. She positioned herself directly opposite so he could not help but see her. He was eating, head down and evasive like a starving fox.
The long hard days up and down the scaff will do that to a man and his hunger shuddered through her. High vis vest soaked through in the burning heat, topless beneath, she could feel the sweat cool against his evening skin, as if she were touching it. His deep worker’s tan contrasting with the neon nylon as a beacon.
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
Bea watched and imagined fucking him against the sound stage, cold metal and the thud of bass, his sweat rippling over her as the sound check drifted across the fields.
The druidic twigs and wilted leaves tangled in his long hair intended to give the impression he is of the land, instead make him more a dark Jesus. In contrast her skin glows with the glitter of a fairy queen too far astray, lost in this land of shadows. She is as aroused by the dancing light of her skin as she is by his facepaint, sweat and vodka-laced mouth. When they meet at the bed she watches her thigh in the sparkly fishnets meant for children, slide in next to his bare leg so he can grasp her by the hips and pull her against him hard.
He tries to look into her red-rimmed, large pupilled eyes as he shudders and she feels him jolt inside her as she professionally pulls him close, avoids his gaze, and gasps into his ear.
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ABOVE, Scene from ‘Film Name’, the inspiration behind our signature scent
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
Jouissance was born in the pages of the books we read beneath the sheets. Even today, stories such as Histoire d’O and the diaries of Anais Nin still manage to discompose and arouse readers thanks to their radical complexity. Our scents are inspired by the female artists, writers and fictional characters who taught us to fantasise and to desire. In homage to them, our approach is inspired by the specificity of women's language, art and creativity.
Jouissance was born in the pages of the books we read beneath the sheets. Even today, stories such as Histoire d’O and the diaries of Anais Nin still manage to discompose and arouse readers thanks to their radical complexity. Our scents are inspired by the female artists, writers and fictional characters who taught us to fantasise and to desire. In homage to them, our approach is inspired by the specificity of women's language, art and creativity.
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
ABOVE, Still of Olivia Renaue
Jamie
Wet creeps down her thigh sharp against the cold as she stumbles out of his caravan. He’d not bothered to walk her home. The 6am dawn looms cold as a finger down her throat forcing cool mist to expel in clouds that shimmer in her hallucinogenic morning. “I don’t want this to be a thing,” he had said after she’d slipped her fingers out of his ass and he’d laid back covered in himself, spent and bored. She’d rolled her eyes into the pillow and waited for first light.
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
“The riggers are already awake. She watches them as she passes through the dew-strewn field, droplets spangled across the carpet of cool. He will be with her now, in her body for days, and she knows this will signal to the others...”
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
Jouissance was born in the pages of the books we read beneath the sheets. Even today, stories such as Histoire d’O and the diaries of Anais Nin still manage to discompose and arouse readers thanks to their radical complexity. Our scents are inspired by the female artists, writers and fictional characters who taught us to fantasise and to desire. In homage to them, our approach is inspired by the specificity of women's language, art and creativity.
ABOVE,Scene from ‘Film Name’,the inspiration behind our signature scent
For French feminist writer Hélène Cixous, Jouissance is an erotic, mystical abundance, the source of women’s artistic power. Through the love of perfume, art, literature and cinema, we create a community and a platform for women to explore their sexuality and exchange creative inspirations.
"It was while writing a Diary that I discovered how to capture living moments," Anaïs Nin wrote. "In the Diary I only wrote of what interested me genuinely, what I felt most strongly at the moment, and I found this fervour, this enthusiasm produced a vividness which often withered in the formal work. Improvisation, free association, obedience to mood, impulse, brought forth countless images, portraits, descriptions, impressionistic sketches, symphonic experiments, from which I could dip at any time for material."
In tribute to Anaïs Nin, one of our foremost inspirations for Jouissance, our DIARY captures our most treasured moments, our obsessions and preoccupations, our research and the lessons we learn, and the work of our cherished friends and collaborators.
