No, Seriously: Ms. Shayk would like to give you a few tips on buying said underthings for your significant other... while she models them. (It’s the only way you’ll learn.) [GQ]
The Bad News First: You’re not getting rich off “the next Instagram.” The good news: we just learned there’s a website dedicated to pictures of cats with cash. [Buzzfeed]
The Even Better News: There’s also a new Tumblr dedicated to the impossibly romantic and woodsy charms of Bon Iver. Folksy gentlemen Casanovas everywhere, take note. [Bon Iverotica]
Sixto Sense: Seemingly relegated to obscurity in America—working odd jobs in Detroit after two failed albums—musician Sixto Rodriguez was unknowingly a superstar in a parallel universe: South Africa. A cinematic story, to say the least. [Huffington Post]
ROFL: Blush Lingerie scores a few well-earned points. The heels are sold separately. [SwipeLife]
Simon Says: Simon Spurr throws us some exceedingly kind words. [Forbes]
La Vie en Rose: APC’s Jean Touitou continues to be crotchety, declinist. [Selectism]
We’ll Always Have Thursday Afternoon: Past the 72-hour mark, Balloon Boy has veered off into kitsch. Luckily, NYMag is there to source the five best ironic anthems to bring this episode to a close. Play him off, metaphorical keyboard cat. [Daily Intel]
For all our differences, there are some things that transcend culture. And apparently edible panties are one of those things.
Der Spiegel just posted a surprisingly racy dispatch (via BlackBook) on the best places to find saucy lingerie in Damascus. (Usually alongside the laundry soap, it seems.) The piece goes on at length trying to explain why lacy underthings appeal to the Muslim world, but the answer is surprisingly familiar: they’re sexy.
More interesting is the fact that Syrian panty artisans have cornered the region’s unmentionables market. The differences from country to country are eye-opening to say the least. The piece tracks down Hassan Nasser from Damascus’ Rose Underwear for the following gem:
Jordanian women, he says, are respectable and practical-minded and prefer to buy cotton, while Saudi Arabian women like to feel covered up even in bed and hence prefer semi-transparent but long negligees… "I tell you, Palestinian women are the most interesting. They want sexy stuff—the saucier the better."
We've expounded before on the extreme appeal of La Perla lingerie, which while eschewing the erotic theatrics of Agent Provocateur nonetheless manages to push all the right buttons. Their underthings, such as the flapper-esque concoction shown here snapped by our fearless lensman at a recent display of La Perla wares in NYC, seem calculated to appeal to sex-starved socialites and other such admirable creatures.
We were not aware however that the company also made the alarmingly snug swim trunks Daniel Craig sported in his debut as James Bond. Apparently he has refused to ever put them on again. Wise choice, old boy; some things are just not meant to have crossover appeal.
Especially as it requires Eva to lounge around in a luxury hotel room in her lingerie, getting soused on pink bubbly. In the Kaiser's scenario, she check's into the hotel and finds a handsome fellow rooming down the hall who apparently shares her obsession with Dom. A few establishing shots later, they're getting it on but manage to never spill a drop. Trust us, that isn't how it happened in real life.
We've had our eye on randy model/heiress Lydia Hearst for quite a while—following her progress with considerable interest, as Bertie Wooster might say.
She flaunts her charms to be sure, but somehow manages to avoid the Paris Hilton pitfall. And while not exactly a Rhodes Scholar, the provocative poppet certainly has a head on her shoulders, enough to be a good sport about it when Gawker takes the piss, as it's wont to do. (Darn that creative underclass!)
Publicists in these parts will do pretty much anything to garner attention for their clients; the invention of pseudo-holidays seems to be a tactic they teach in flack school for extra credit. Of course, the attempts vary in success.
The other day we were entreated to celebrate National Root Beer Float Day—despite the obvious paradox inherent in celebrating something to do with nonalcoholic drinks. Shortly after that we were informed of the imminent approach of National Underwear Day—sorry, make that the Sixth Annual National Underwear Day—presented by online unmentionables outlet FreshPair.com.
One of our favorite lingerie purveyors just celebrated its 50th anniversary in high style, and we feel it would be a gross dereliction of duty not to show you this picture of theirs in commemoration. La Perla ushered in its sixth decade of gloriously under-dressing women of taste worldwide the other night with a festive fete at their Madison Avenue boutique.