Sometime in 2008 I accompanied Maxwell to a photoshoot at this couple's apartment in Brooklyn, and it was there that I first discovered what was to become the hand soap of my life. (Yes, of my life! Said with emphasis and exclamation points!)
Let's get one thing straight: it was not some artisanal, small-batch soap you can only find at the Brooklyn Flea. In fact, this soap was (is) totally old-school.