i've had plenty of lost in translation moments since being in asia (there was the time i thought a client said "fuck us on the pro dick" when she was saying "focus on the product"... there was the time that i asked if it was possible to photograph some of the whores in a redlight district and the person got confused, thinking i said "horse"...)
... but this one here takes the Abbot and Costello cake. someone asked me to pop in a store and see if i could find a perfume for them. the name of the perfume is "cologne" by Thierry Mugler:
do you see where this is going? this would have been bad enough in and of itself, but throw in the language barrier and all sorts of fireworks fly
dan: hi, i'm looking for a perfume... by Thierry Mugler...? woman: sure what is the name of the perfume? dan: cologne woman: sorry, cologne. what is the name of the cologne? dan: no, it's a perfume. it's called cologne. woman: it is a perfume for a man? dan: no for a woman. a perfume. woman: you don't know the name? dan: yes, it's cologne
silence and blank stares
i wish i could make shit like this up, i would be able to write books and screenplays for days..
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