So Garance may have already said it best ” Ultimately, no one cares if our underwear is more functional than sexy. Everyone knows this: guys couldn’t care less about the lingerie we wear. They like us naked!!! ”
But I still had this lingering voice of the other ladies in the studio when I offered that, in fact, I didn’t own even a single piece of lingerie.
My imagination plays visions of Belle du Jour, a masochistic fantasy of sporting sexy lingerie (the lace panty, the lace bra, the lace garter attached to the nude stocking) and walking with the sex appeal only Catherine Deneuve could posses out of the powder room into the boudoir all to entice your man. OKAY MAYBE THAT’S A BIT EXTREME. But, really, that’s what I presumed most women did while wearing lingerie.
So, I took it upon myself to visit the kid sister of Agent Provocateur, L’Agent (baby steps, Brie, baby steps) to get a set of my very own and take a test run. As in, I wore the whole set under my clothes for a day, just to see how it felt. Would I feel sexier? Naughtier perhaps, just knowing I had it on? Would that be enough to legitimize the wearing of (a) a bra for starters (yes, I was not blessed like G in that department, and in general forgo said brassier) and (b) the whole lot in order to make me believe in lingerie for more than the alleged purpose of exciting a lover?
… I felt as close to Mrs.Robinson as I may ever get. Are the stories of unmentionables more seductive than actually wearing them? I think it’s up to you to decide… behind closed doors ;)