L'Heure Bleue: The Blue Hour
The sun has set, but night has not yet fallen. It’s the suspended hour… The hour when one finally finds oneself in renewed harmony with the world and the light. L’Heure Bleue is the moment when the sun disappears beneath the horizon and the sky is painted with night’s velvet. It is an atmosphere, an inexpressible rendering exceptional moments.
L’Heure Bleue was born in 1912 of the fleeting sensation that inspired the Impressionist painters whose works Jacques Guerlain collected. He pictured this bouquet of roses softened with iris, violet and vanilla, which evoke his favorite moment of the day when, as he put it, “the night has not yet found its star” and all of nature’s elements are cast in blue light.
I tested this today and I have decided that this what I want to die wearing! It smells beautiful and romanticizes a sad feeling. It is like the entire life flashing in front of my eyes. I feel the tender baby powder caressing the skin, the romantic flowers, the warmth along with something sad, something deep, something mysterious just what I imagine to feel at the blue hour, of life!