One of the things I most admire about Heathrow Airport is that there is an Agent Provocateur on the premises. Leave it to the Brits to add a bit of spice, leather and lace, zeal and zest to something as mundane and functional as an airport terminal.
Lingerie is one of those things… it represents pure decadence. Especially when they are high-end knickers, there is nothing necessary about it. It is purely for show. The showgirl’s masquerade.
Agent Provocateur makes no apologies for itself. It is seduction at its finest. It is a man’s wildest fantasy. It is role play and fetishism, salaciousness and S&M, bondage and voyeurism. And it brings sleaze and seduction to High Street like never before……
“I have loved corsets since I was small. When I was a child, my grandmother took me to an exhibition, and they had a corset on display. I loved the flesh color, the salmon satin, the lace.”
Warm thanks to Because I’m Fabulous, Frillr, Coloribus