When the French and the Italians do smut it seems very cheesy, almost like Sylvio Berlusconi's grin. It doesn't seem fair but only the English can get away with smut. I don't know why the English have risen above it but perhaps its the conservative way they carry themselves on the surface which gives them a certain creative license to carry on in a smutty way privately. Take these slippers for example, they are from London's oldest shoe maker, Foster And Son . The slippers are for home consumption or having your close circle of friends over for dinner; they're not designed for sliding your way across London's nightclub scene. And that's why you can get away with such a cheeky (pun again intended) design.
These came in today and when the courier knocked I was in a rather flat mood but once I opened the box my spirits were lifted and I couldn't wait to share my little secret.
I am always writing lines like 'you have to hand it to the English' but you do, you do indeed, they know how to take something right to the point of distaste, draw a line in the sand, and then come back a notch or two; evidenced below by the fact that there is no full frontal nudity and it's all tongue in cheek (pun again intended) good fun. Order yours: http://foster.co.uk/
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