Un garçon precieux, absolutely looks like a glass figurine: too precious to handle, too precious to fully love without abandon. He’s a skinny Korean boy with nerd glasses wearing an unbuttoned white dress shirt exposing wife-beater underneath, slim fit dark blue jeans. He’s the kind of boy you are compelled to look at, and not necessarily in a sexual way.
But he walks by and the whiff of his cologne turns Glass Boy into something much more odious. That peppery musky scent took him from un objet d’art to just wanting to go up to him and punching him in the face, to tying him up and ravaging his asshole while spitting on him. I guess it would be an understatement to call it an abrupt turn of emotions.