When in doubt, go with black underwear.
Unless you’re wearing white pants, in which case you should go with a shade of nude.
Then go with plaid.
But for the most part, stick with black.
It lends an element of mystery to all proceedings, even if you’re the only one who knows what’s going on underneath your regular pants.
It manages to be elegant and chic and captivating all at once.
Simple yet complex, revealing yet enigmatic, it invites closer inspection, which is the calling card of any successful seduction of the senses.
Does all this sounds as ridiculous as I think it does, re-reading it back to myself? This is one major load of bullocks and I genuinely don’t care. It’s really just an excuse to post some old photos I found in a folder that should have simply been trashed without opening. I forgot the main rule of unpacking after a move: if you haven’t opened a box in seven years, simply throw it out without examination. I’ve got to do that with some attic items or this place will head into hoarding territory.
Now, where were we… oh yes, black underwear. All grief for Lips, diamond earrings in champagne, and you don’t know if you wanna hit me or kiss me. I get a lot of that, indeed.
Basic.
Just basic.
Basic black briefs.
That’s it.
That’s the blog post.
