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Why I Love Lingerie

Why I Love Lingerie

So in just short of two months I will be graduating. Venturing forth into the real world, my head stuffed to the brim with pattern cutting techniques, stitching detailing and fabric compositions. My hands riddled with sewing needle related incidents and the beginning of a million tiny wrinkle lines snaking across my face in memory of the countless all-nighters and contour-induced breakdowns the last 3 years have imposed upon me. A wardrobe that in the quite honestly literal sense is spilling out with bras, suspenders, hold ups, vintage girdles, chemises, corsets, socks, tights, dressing gowns, thongs, French knickers, bikini briefs and of course my absolute staple- tanga’s…….and a wall hidden beneath padded hangers draped with my most prized possessions I have collected from the world of lingerie in my time. Myla, Gilly hicks, Christian Dior, Marlies Dekkers, Gossard and Elle Macpherson have for some significant sentimental reason attained their way onto it amongst many other names. But the set that stands the most proud of all is the set I am going to talk about tonight, saturated with memories and meaning whispering underneath its broderies anglaise frills, sheer mesh panels and cheeky cut outs, hangs my Agent Provocateur Jerry set from 2009.

Jerry was a set that from 2008 had caught my eye. I used to go on the website almost daily and stare longingly at it, looking at the different views and dreaming of at the very least trying it on. It was the juxtaposition between the tongue in cheek “innocence” of it, it belonging to the “Virgin” collection at the time. Paired in stark contrast with the revealing neckline, cheeky curved cut out back detail and sheer panelling that only-just-barely-not-quite covered the naked the body. It was a set that at one look appeared perfectly naive, almost overwhelmingly so …but after a few seconds almost raised one eyebrow seductively as it played up to its girlish charms in such an inadvertly sexual and alluring “mock-innocent” way reminiscent of sucking on lollies.

The first time I tried it on was the spring of 2009, in the small shop down Berwick Street whilst on the hunt for fabrics. Unsurprisingly I fell in love. At the time I was a very large cup size, and it was quite honestly the nicest set that had ever encased my oversized breasts. After prancing around the changing rooms for what was an awkwardly long amount of time, sending texts to The Boy of the time before painfully unpeeling it from my body. I sighed whilst folding the set up and handing it back to the assistant before skipping out the shop on my way. I didn’t even make it to the door though, when in one flurry I hurriedly turned round and before I knew it had brought the entire set; bra, suspender belt, bikini brief and champagne coloured hold ups , for a grand total of £255. Whilst now to me this barely makes me bat an eyelid, at the time we were right in the eye of the recession storm, I hadn’t worked for 3 months, and had never before spent more than £40 on underwear, possibly £50 at a stretch- and even that I’d considered indulgent. Besides some vague flirtations that suited the starring role in my fantasies of revealing the set for the first time, there was no man in my life. I hadn’t brought it for anyone, but me. I remember travelling on the bus back home and being so excited with my powder pink and black bag, absolutely delighted at any prospect that led to me flashing it around such as moving position, rummaging in bags etc… I felt exhilarated and absolute electrified with the beautiful blend of anticipation and final satisfaction buying the set had had. Dreaming of it for months, I’d never once thought about buying it, as I’d never once dreamt of it so much as fitting me.

To this day, I have only worn it four times. But on each of those four occasions it has undoubtedly changed my life. Whether this is the power of lingerie alone, or the deep psychological affects and reasoning behind me in particular, or perhaps even plain and boring coincidence, well that is another debate entirely. All I know is that those four times, for me, are reason alone as to why I love lingerie.

The first was the very next day after buying it. I had a presentation at LCF and wore it just about visible underneath a low cut vest top. It was still cold weather, but regardless I decided to don the suspender and knickers too, just because. That day, whilst shopping in Top shop, a model scout approached me and I had an interview right there on the spot, which incidentally I got. Now, I am no model. Anyone who knows me knows this. I am barely 5’4″, my skin looks like a Clearasil before ad, and every part of my face echoes my parent’s crooked and asymmetric features. Not to mention at the time I was a size 10. But what the scout kept repeating was the awe at my “poise” and inner confidence. Anyone who knows me will also tell you, my biggest downfall is my lack of confidence. That day in April, however, all those years ago I was a different person; transformed by the incredible alter ego the Jerry set created in me I stood tall, happy and proud.

The second time was for my interview for university. I can categorically say that besides subsequent presentations and a job interview last spring, it was the most important day of my life. At one point I was so nervous, I nearly fainted. This course meant everything to me, I had never felt such purpose, drive and motivation, and still haven’t since. I wore it, suspender belt and all, underneath a bright yellow dress. Despite my shaking hands, I smiled so broadly and felt a secret sense of self-assurance in the gingham apron secretly wrapped around my waist that just about managed to hold my nerves together enough to nail the interview, along with a scholarship. Gaining my place on the course was, and still is one, of my proudest and life changing achievements to date.

The third time was the first time another’s hands clasped around the gold suspender clips and bright blue bra fastenings, before tucking into the top of the bikini briefs, sliding them down….it was a lazy Sunday, completely empty house, and the first time I had dressed up for my then boyfriend. Without going into too much graphic detail, at the time, he fervently declared it was the best ever….well, he did once he got his breath back… Throughout our relationship (and years after for that matter…) he would recount the memory vividly. What I remember most about it is the thrill of being completely in control. Not necessarily literally…but more the feeling of electrifiable confidence, the knowledge that I, or at least the Jerry alter-ego, looked sensational and could get this boy to do just about anything I wished…. even once the Jerry set lay scattered and tangled amongst the sheets and carpet.

The fourth time was over a year later, in Paris. It was at the end of the relationship with aforementioned boy, and I was unequivocally heartbroken. The trip was meant to last 5 days, and 5 brand new entire 3 piece sets lay buried in my suitcase, tags intact. Breezing over the pedantics of the situation, I was left traumatised and feeling inconsolably insecure. It was the end of the trip and I had been unable to scrap together enough shreds of self-esteem to wear any of them, feeling too far too vulnerable and inadequate in front of him. Before the last day however, I found the Jerry set, hastily thrown in at the last minute in an optimistic “just in case” mind set. Sneaking into the loo and locking it, I put it on. For me. Just for me. I remember smiling back at my reflection, as for the first time the entire trip I felt good about myself. It wasn’t a boy that had a done it, it wasn’t a compliment; it wasn’t anything anyone else had said or done that had made me smile. It was the power of Lingerie. To make me feel sexy, when seconds before I hadn’t been able to take off my clothes. To make me feel beautiful, when seconds before I’d felt like the ugliest girl on the planet. To make me feel feminine, confident, alluring. I remember mentally pulling myself the fuck together, and stuttering out that room with strong shoulders, dry eyes and a new attitude to just enjoy the time in Paris. That set walked round the streets of the gorgeous city with me that day, and my broken heart fell head over heels in love with everything, everywhere I looked. Walking alone through the Louvre museum, I even was approached by a satisfactorily gorgeous Parisian man, reminding me that I was attractive and nobody can ever take that away from you.

The boy never saw that set again besides the first time, and I doubt anyone else ever will, besides those who take the time to cast their eyes up above my bed head. I haven’t worn it since. For reasons mainly related to size issues in that it is now far too big, but also because I haven’t really needed too. I don’t need the Jerry alter ego anymore. Those 4 days were to me subtly life changing and the memories of them all so fresh and clear in my mind even all these years later. £250 seemed like a lot at the time, but in retrospect can you really put a price on confidence, self-assurance, pleasure and self-belief? Others have shoes, some have bags. For me, the key is and always will be lingerie.

Which is why with graduation looming I find myself increasingly visiting Jenny Packham and her heart stopping, ethereal, fit-for-a-princess babydolls…….

 

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Paz de la Huerta for Agent Provocateur


So released a few days ago, I find the new Agent Provocateur campaign, quite honestly, genius.

Using Paz De La Huerta in a series of viral videos that demonstrate the “Agent Provocateur Rules” , along with posters and ad’s with the frozen frames of each rule. I just love it for so many reasons. One of them being, Paz is completely owning her reputation, and anybody who can make fun of themselves in such a gorgeous, sexy and witty way is amazing in my books. You should never take yourself too seriously, afterall. The photo above is not dissimilar to the infamous one she wore the night she was denied entry to the Golden Globes, along with an obligatory fall and boob-flash.

How many people can turn falling on the pavement drunk, disorderly and flashing on camera, into a multi-million dollar ad deal?! As opposed too a very embarrassing de-tagging session on facebook and a multi-tude of “I’m SO Sorry….” texts the next day.

They say she embodies a typical A.P girl- and hell, doesn’t she just. She lives by her own rules, she quite clearly doesn’t care what anybody thinks, she’s ballsy, she’s confident, she absolutely oozes sex-appeal, she’s defiant, she breaks rules and yet she does it all with an extra-ordinary amount of class. Isn’t that what wearing A.P underwear is all about. You slip into their sets, you do feel like all eyes are on you- but they give you the confidence not to give two shits, no matter what happens, and feel as though everything you do is gilted with a certain special kind of Je ne sais pas.

The second reason I love them is the witty take it gives on typical “lady-like” rules. I’m not going to lie, I am a sucker for those kind of lines. My heart belonging to the 1940’s when lady’s became real, proper, elegant glamorous objects of sophistication and class. But I also love A.P’s two fingers up to it….

The whole campaign is just really well thought out, in my opinion. Its tongue-in-cheek, its saucy, its gorgeous, and its provocative, of course.

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Jean Paul Gaultier for La Perla


For spring/summer 2012, Jean Paul Gaultier will be continuing their collaboration with Italian lingerie brand La Perla with an exclusive range entitled Collection Createur. 

Jean Paul Gaultier + La Perla = The stuff lingerie dreams are made off. And next years collection is most certainly not an exception. While at first look the collection looks pretty straight forward and what you would expect from the duo, on closer inspection it’s leading the way for the future of lingerie. Delicate laser-perforated leather gives the impression of lace, while real Levers lace is used for decorative back details.

Lace and Leather are a duo that simply work for millions of reasons- but leather that has been laser cut to imitate lace is just geniusly gorgeous.

Mini-ruffle detailing for bra cups and briefs is made with very fine netting produced with Calais looms. The netting La Perla use, honestly is so soft and sensual it feels like Angel hair or something equally out of this world is touching your skin.

Femininity is again celebrated with sheer placements, and lines of black ruffles over nude bodies to create playful, high class babydoll silhouettes.

And Finnally mixed-scale laser perforations combine with lace trim on figure-hugging slips and structured bustiers. Innovative, modern, contemporary, but the combined heritage of both prestigious brands- undoubtably wistfully nostalgic and romantic all rolled in to one.

Absolute perfection.

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2011 in Brand Review, Lingerie, Vintage

 

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Christian Dior Lingerie


 

“No more women soldiers built like boxers, I draw women flowers, soft shoulders, flowing busts, fine waists….”

Christian Dior’s 1940’s New Look undeniably changed the fashion world forever. After years of the dark, sombre, standard issue make-do and mend war-time clothing, Dior made the world’s jaw collectively drop with collections of exaggerated ultra-femininity: untouchable, outwardly cool structured surfaces but with a network of erotic and imaginative cantilevered bras and boned corsetry underneath. A huge part of my nostalgic heart will always belong to the 1940’s simply because of Dior’s iconic styling. For me it embodies and celebrates everything amazing about femininity. From the sharply contoured hourglass figure, the smart tailoring of powerful women juxtaposed with the soft fragility of a female body overlaid in silk and lace and the gorgeous, relentless eye for the tiniest of details.

I recently came across a vintage Christian Dior girdle-skirt

It is undeniably heart-achingly beautiful. It is a shame that Dior’s lingerie has dwindled in resent years, but then that does make their archives so much more enticing. Plus its clear to see in the recent few collections of Dior that they are proud of their heritage in lingerie, as one of the designers striding ahead of the Underwear-as-Outwear trend that has been sweeping the fashion world the last couple of years…….

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Posted by on August 31, 2011 in 1940's, Agnet Provocateur, Lingerie, Vintage

 

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Save Spend Splurge…Floral Explosion

1. SAVE: New Look’s Sunburst Floral Balconette Bra £9.59 In sizes: 32B-36DD.New Look’s lingerie collection is definately one to watch. While components and fit is slightly compromised to meet the bargain price, the prints and designs are surprising. This particular bra gives a fairly standard fit, but the print and general finish looks really high end, definitely a bargain worth snapping up.

2. SPEND: Gossard’s Wildflower Plunge Bra  £29 In sizes 30A-38G. This is a bra that really has to be tried on to appreciate, but I’ll try my best. The fit is just incredible. It manages to boost your breasts into a perfect plump clevage, whilst still feeling completely and utterly supported. The print used is an exclusive hand painted, French artwork from 27/06/39! The fabrics are the sleekest satin and details such as the gold rings and sliders, gold hook and eye and delicate red organza bow make this feel like a bra that has come straight out of Paris. I always wear it if ever I want to feel completely encased and supported, and also a little bit special.

3.SPLURGE: Agent Provocateurs Ashleen Padded Bra £110 In sizes 32A-36E. True to A.P’s reputable quality, this bra will give you one of the best shapes ever. With a perfect plump apple shaped clevage teamed with the gorgeous, fashionable and daring combination of deep purple floral and hot pink. It is a set to evoke all the feminine charms inside of you. Worth every penny.

 

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In the Spotlight…Agent Provocateur

When I saw the New A.P Collection, there was one piece that caught my attention straight away….

The decadent Thora Dress … I literally fell in love. It pulls on all the right strings for me- hourglass, buttons, three qualter sleeves, red silk, secretary-esque, and unashamedly, undoubtedly, brazenly feminine. So before I’d barely even set foot in Harrods this week I was rushing to try it on for size and see if it lived up to my expectations….

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Beach Bunny Loungewear

So today Beach Bunny launched their new Loungwear Range here

It really does scream Beach Bunny all over, they follow in the footsteps of Victoria Secrets when it comes to redefining tacky. Some of their swimsuits I do, quite frankly, find appallingly trashy. And others I can barely contain myself from booking a flight to L.A and spending all my life savings in store. (admittedly that wouldn’t be all too much me being a student and Beach Bunny being around £150 per tiny little laced bikini )

But I LOVE the print they have used. I think its gorgeous, its like a new candy bright leopard-print and floral futuristic hybrid. It really works. And as I say some pieces may be questionable, I think it’d be hard not to look and feel sexy just lounging around in most of these pieces. Can’t wait till they follow in V.S’s footsteps and come to England!!!!!

Absolutely perfect🙂 x

 

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