confessions.

so, i spoiled myself a little bit while i was in new york. i spent my first night in agent provocateur, practically naked under a fluffy pink robe, sipping champagne and trying on the candy coloured piles of silk and lace the cute shop girls kept bringing me amidst conversations about finding the perfect garter belt and the shocking boardwalk empire season finale. i left with a gorgeous art deco inspired set with inlays of cream and pink satin, albeit much poorer, but nothing beats the feeling of wearing very expensive lingerie under your clothes and no one else knowing it but you and whoever might be lucky enough to uncover it.