Johnny, make us wild!
Oh Johnny,
We were shocked when we saw you in the photos of the charity concert with "KISS" frontman Gene Simmons. You were chubby, bloated and looked really nice. Way, we thought, the whole nice sex appeal you've been using to sigh us since the nineties.
And now? Now we languish again when we see you in the mini-road movie Dior uses to advertise his male fragrance "Sauvage": the streaks that boldly hang in your face, the black kohl around your eyes, the mountains of jewelry on your neck, hands and ears. This view!
And then, in that wicked, dull-black Dodge from LA, you'll roar into LA's awakening Californian desert, and the guitar will sob and waft (which, of course, you play yourself). On the way you will meet buffalos, coyotes and eagles. What else? After all, you are as independent, free, earthy and rough as these creatures of the wild. Stop just as we wish the men (as long as they are not ours).
Of course it is silly to link a perfume with the big question of meaning and want to sell it. In the middle of the desert, you're burying your necklaces and asking yourself, "What am I looking for?"
Oh well, what are you looking for? We suspect it's the scent of the wild, after all you've been booked to promote "Sauvage". It would be better if you were to look for the great roles in which you once impressed us so much. Nevertheless, if "Sauvage" smells only half as good as you look in the campaign, our loved ones may get the scent for Christmas.
And please keep us wild! Like in "Gilbert Grape" or "Arizona Dream" when we fell in love with you.
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