Months ago, I posted about my love for the smell of books. I even got the coveted room spray from the CB I Hate Perfume "In the Library" collection as a wedding present from a lovely, wonderful friend of mine. My facebook profile boasts, "If they made old book as a perfume, I would wear it. And new book for going out."I've always known that I was not alone in this - at the very least, my dad is known to open a book to the spine and stick his nose in it, taking deep breaths. But now The New Yorker is featuring the existence of a woman who smells books as one of the top reasons we (well, New Yorkers, and that's not me anymore) love the city. The woman is artist Rachael Morrison, who joked after starting work at the MoMA library that she was "smelling books" all day at work; now, she's making it her mission to actually smell - and catalog - the scent of every book in the MoMA stacks. She's 150 into the 300,000 books that live there.
Seriously, I want that job.
(Original link via Shelf Awareness, December 13th. Photo by Michael Schmelling, from the original New Yorker article).
