Angela Beer

Shit, Sparkle and Sex. Agent Provacateur meets Trixe and Peanut in NYC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A brief snippet of my day in Soho today before I retire to bed.

In keeping with the Sex and the City vibe I decide to check out the fabulicious boutiques of Soho/Tribeca/ East Village and in particular racy high end lingere and sex shops Agent Provocateur and Kiki De Montparnasse.   Both are uber posh and gorgeous inside, underwear and sex toys have never looked so good.  Designed in perspex the toys look like something that should be in an Alessi or Kartell store.  So what’s with rich kids, AP is the brainchild of Vivienne Westwood’s son and KD the female progency of Anita Roderick, weirdo childhoods perhaps?  Anyway Samantha would have been right at home but I felt like a right dork and nana picking up dildos and asking what they were.  The black of the rubber almost matched the black doormen and sales staff who seemed colour co-ordinated with the shops.

Both boutiques are gorgeous but given I am feeling less than svelte I struggle to find any lingere that doesn’t make me look like a sausage that has been left on the barbie too long and has split it’s skin and as far as the sex toys given I thought the butt plug was a designer glass doorstop (which I guess it is in a way) I am hopelessly out of my depth (yet another bad pun).

Being the magpie and retail queen I am though I spy out of my eye a glistening long slender thing of beauty and no it wasn’t my reflection in the mirror instead it was the limited edition Agent Provacateur whistle.  The haughty sales assistant turns her nose up when I ask her if I can blow it – hello pot this is kettle, this little minx looks like she has blown a few things in her time.  At $340 USD I want to make sure it works as well as it looks.  She reluctantly agrees.  I say I’ll take it and she smirks and says something about spicing up the bedroom.  Her surprised look was priceless when I said I would be using it to call the dogs!  No doubt she thought total sick weirdo.  Little does she know I have no plans to use it on Smunki but at the Meola dog park when I am out with the pack.    My purchase appealed to my sense of humour about the shit and sparkle life I have where I spend half my life with dogs and the other with dollies and doing glamorous things.  I can be wearing my shitty dog clothes while having my racy sparkly bling I bought in NYC around my neck.  I left the shop a happy woman.

I then ventured up the road and fell in love at Trixie and Peanut a gorgeous posh pooch boutique and online store selling everything for the pampered pet.  Hopefully Teddy and Dunhill will forgive me for leaving home when they see the gorgeous coats, booties, new collars and leashes I have bought them for the winter season, it won’t just be mummy who has her bling on at the dog park.

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1 comment on Shit, Sparkle and Sex. Agent Provacateur meets Trixe and Peanut in NYC

  1. Linda
    June 12, 2012 at 2:29 pm (7 years ago)

    US$340 for a whistle? No wonder AP & KDM can exist side-by-side … You should consider opening a kinky dog store there … that caters for AALLL the doggies needs.

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