sex-appeal
Fishnet/Sheer Stockings …a feminine myth
Monday, October 27th, 2008 | sex-appeal, style | No Comments
I guess we’ll just leave this modern day sexual symbol’s analysis for some other day/post. Because, sometimes, pictures really are worth a thousand words.
Nude Photography
Thursday, October 9th, 2008 | arts, sex-appeal | No Comments
When the new born art of photography made its first steps into the wild world of the 19th century, it soon became clear it was going to change the world forever. The way reality it reflected reality was something no one had never seen: real, strong, precise. That precise that it claimed different aesthetics and a different view upon the morality of arts. A painted nude is a painting, one can recognize it as artwork and place it somewhere faraway from the immediate, from excitement. Because it is a painting and only a painting, and no matter how accurate it would be, it will never look really real. But a piece of nude photography is something different. The person in the picture is right there, just the way she is in real life. Unbelievably similar. You can almost thing of touching her. You can desire her, fall for her, because you can tell she is real. And that, my friends, is a scandal. Or at least it was considered this way in the late 19th – early 20th centuries period. In France a whole bunch of nude photographies were called postcards – although it was pretty obvious they weren’t meant to be sent by mail – and, although, actually because, many men truly appreciated them, they got banned in some more religious, conservative countries of the time, such as the Ottoman Empire.
Later on, however, the works of artists such as E. J. Bellocq, Julian Mandel, A.H. Nicholls or Edward Weston brought into people’s attention the iridescent beauty of human forms, male and female alike, when “indecently” exposed. When there is truth, purity of thought and strength of expression one cannot make up any accusation of pornography. Art is having something to say and showing it indirectly, instead of saying. It is when any primal, basic, unrefined material gets past his usual borders and becomes light.
Mhmm… Sexy Lingerie
Tuesday, September 9th, 2008 | sex-appeal, style | No Comments
I’ve found this fun photo here, as I was randomly, un-innocently browsing the Internet. As I found myself instantly amused, I couldn’t help remembering all lingerie-discussions I ever had with men and women alike, from the classic “I so like this one”, to the “sexiest color? sexiest cut?”.
“It just won’t matter what I am wearing.”, a close friend of mine once said. “It will always go off so fast, nobody will ever notice”. She was in a long, passionate relationship with an Alpha-man, who was always waaaay too excited to even pay attention to her lace underwear. To him, she was extraordinary and enchanting anyway. Which I consider beautiful and extremely healthy, and I also think each and every woman should find herself a similar place in her boyfriend’s heart. But no, oh no, this does not mean women should give up looking for the perfect turn-on in their underwear closet. There is never such a thing as enough flame, or enough turn-on in a couple’s life, as love is a delicate creature, nurtured out of fire and beauty, and one can never get enough of these ones, right?
Now lets get back to our lace-and-silk subject…
We are not what we wear, but whatever we decide to wear express us, and that goes strongly for the bedroom, too. Actually, when it comes to a lady’s boudoir, the concern should at least equal same lady’s shoes or dresses, because this sweet aesthetic delight is destined to particularly and intensely please only the above mentioned lady and her dearest one, supposedly the most important people in the lady’s life. No gradma panties allowed when it comes to hot, and that goes too for any old, improper piece of underwear. I mean, don’t do this mistake ever, even if you don’t consider yourself a lady and you already have a man that promised to love you and only you no matter what. It’s just horrible. And dangerous in some very, very bad sense. You don’t wanna show yourself like a total mess, do you?
Investments are strongly advised. Even if nobody except you won’t be able to spot the quality of your lingerie, you’ll know and feel confident about it. Confidence is a great weapon and it makes a woman a lot more interesting and attractive. It’s also improving one’s mood, one’s spirit and even one’s health. Confident women are the ones aware of their femininity, and happily expressing it. Confident women rule the world.
So, first of all, make sure you know yourself, and your body, you know what fits you best and what doesn’t. You can try different styles and see what it goes and what it fails, you can even try imitating someone you admire, everything is permitted when you’re struggling to discover yourself. Then, use what you know, and go on expressing. If you’re strong and independent, go for bold colors, if you feel very sexual try transparencies, deep cuts, even leather, if you are more discrete get the lilac and beige pieces, they’ll suit you great, if you love refinement buy lace, if you’re the sensual type choose silk, and so on. Don’t be afraid to explore and don’t be afraid to get creative, you have only two rules to stick to: always go for quality stuff and always remain faithful to yourself. Because it’s something you deserve and owe to yourself.
Personally, I think the sexiest in lingerie is combining ladylike refinement with eye-appealing materials and cuts, and I would forever consider black, burgundy, plum and dark blue as most attractive colors to be worn in bed. But I also believe that a woman is at her best when she is comfortable with who she is and what she’s wearing, so role-playing definitely forbidden: if yellow and simple, sporty style makes you feel like a goddess, go for it. It’s the only way to sexy, and it goes through confidence.
Femme Fatale
Monday, September 8th, 2008 | analysis, mythical, sex-appeal, style | No Comments
There is a figure in today’s modern mythology that I found myself very fascinated with when I was a child. Oh, and in my early teenage period, too. It was the sublime, mysterious aura of so called femme fatale: the seductive, incentive woman that captures them all. Eyes, men, whatever. She had to have style and wits, and to posses that indescribable charm that was beyond beauty and glamour. Her sexuality was strong, dominant and enslaving, and there was no hope for the poor butterfly heading towards her light. A modern, powerful, superb witch.
Even though this image has blossomed fully during the ‘40 and ‘50 decades, in the period of the American “film noir”, I have to admit that one of my favourite bewitching characters is the cabaret dancer Lola Lola from 1930’s “Der Blaue Engel”. As everyone who has seen, or even heard about the movie that made Marlene Dietrich a star knows, the lovely Lola pushes Professor’s Rath life on a downward spiral using nothing but the power of lust that she so irresistibly awakens. The power behind a femme fatale ’s silk eyelashes is always meant to bring destruction in the aftermath of every sin, as her ravishing force will ultimately escape all control, even her own.
This was the black-and-white archetype that marked my age of restlessness. Surely, I eventually got to learn that it is only the incarnation of femininity’s destructive and unstoppable potential, and that it has nothing to do with reality. I have never met her in flesh and blood, only pale, wannabe roleplayers. As for any other common archetype (the mother, the maiden, the prophet, and so, so on), there is no human being that simple to match it completely. Humans are way more complicated than black-and-white figures, and even though our lives may, sometimes, resemble old thrillers, they have a little bit more meaning and underlying layers, don’t they? However, for short moments only, I can see her very glow in the shape of one of my female friends, or acquaintances, or other random girls I happen to randomly meet one place or another. And there she is, charming and dangerous, filling men’s hearts with desire, only to disappear some seconds later. Strange, glamourous epiphanies.
Or maybe just my imagination, as I truly, deeply love my inner world and its ghosts. So, reality check here: have you ever met Her?
A Few of My Favourite Things
Saturday, September 6th, 2008 | arts, sex-appeal, vintage | No Comments
A funny and full of sex-appeal performance adding lots of spice to the classic My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music.
Well, ok, I guess I can also share something here. The more, the merrier. So, my favourite things: white silk, black velvet, high heels, sandalwood, long kisses in dark corners, heavy winters and heavy snow, cream, hot tea, bold men, strong wills, wine, indigo paper, perfume bottles, good manners, grace, drama, trains, courtship, countrysides, fireplaces. Intuition. And smarts.
Time for evaluating them all, now: what are your favourite things?
Hot. Old School Hot
Friday, August 1st, 2008 | arts, sex-appeal, vintage | No Comments
I was surfing the Internet when I ran into this beautiful pic at alexandrahager.com. Vintage-like, cozy and so full of some one-of-a-kind, incendiary sexuality that almost made me wish for purple tights and winter. Especially winter. Please notice the sensual leisure posture of the character in the left, the “male” pole of the photo, in contrast with the fire-setting girl in tights, whose concentration further arouses image’s inner tension. You can tell there’s a whole story going on and you can feel the intensity of it. Charming picture. And so it seems I just can’t stop my poor head from filling itself with late December fantasies. Smell that cold, fresh air? Too bad it’s only August.