I’ve been reading Anjelica Huston‘s memoirs and on occasion she makes reference to scents and smells. Here’s what she has to say about Swinging London in the 1960’s.

“The scents of London in the sixties – Vetiver, Brut, and Old Spice for the boys; lavender, sandalwood and Fracas for the girls; unwashed hair, cigarettes. Along the Portabello Road, fish and chips and vinegar, tobacco, patchouli, curry, freshly rotting fruit, bacon frying, a trace of body odour.”

The featured image is of Jean Shrimpton and Terence Stamp in the 60’s by David Bailey. Of this  couple Huston says …

“I had passed them walking toward the Albany in Piccadilly once, and had literally gasped at their collective radiance; she with her doe eyes, perfect pout, and pointed little chin, was hanging on his arm.”

Extract from :  A Story Lately Told by Anjelica Huston.