Saturday, April 6, 2013

The Fuchsia Embrace

As a species, we are obsessed with the idea of clothing. Whether it is the cut of gossamer that drapes your silhouette or the wizardry of brocade against dull and lifeless skin, we are under duress. Even in renouncing its importance, we put the concept of clothing on a pedestal. Is it any wonder, then, why lingerie scales high up on the hierarchy of the ever-changing wardrobe...
                                                                          Borne from the civilizations of Egypt and Ancient Greece, it's not just the history and legends that stood the test of time. Forever evolving and becoming an intrinsic part of the life of every woman and man, lingerie was never something that could stay hidden in dark closets. The evolution is not just in the tailoring but the magnitude of emotion behind it. Arousing spite from feminists, admirers from adolescents and joy from a generation of women. It isn't possible to ignore or hide something that has such visible implications on our daily life. When we go by each day not realizing the sober monotony that takes over our being, women find an escapist solace in the electrifying embrace of a fuchsia brassiere...
                                                                                                                                                 The veil has long been lifted and lingerie still bathes under the spotlight. To evoke furor among conservatives, to pique timid curiosity among the threshold adults, to stir passion within the core of the most frigid men and to temper the soul of every woman who contains, at least, a hiss of sizzle...
                                                                                   

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