Veined in Lightning.........

.................was a pink channel......

Be the Pink Panther and Your Loves Will be Like the Wasp and the Orchid; the Cat and the Baboon by Lisa Z. Morgan, 2016. Embroidered text, calico

And it is lightning in the distance tonight........

Mr and Mrs Chairs (Ms Chairs)

"Mr and Mrs Chairs" is finally underway. Although this preliminary sketch may well be "Ms Chairs"?

"Mrs and Mrs Chairs" sketch by Lisa Z. Morgan, 2016. Cotton batting, suede

Perhaps it is timely that "Ms Chairs" comes into being at this Full Moon/Super Moon as Eris gives voice to the Venusian delights of sensuality.

A Look Back at Strumpet & Pink

It is rare that a blogg post resonates as strongly as this one from The Lingerie Addict. Not only was it serendipitously written only a couple of days after the anniversary of Mel a.k.a Strumpet's departure from the physical world but the accolade, or rather the beautiful compliment, that is credited to Strumpet & Pink touches a wistfully tender note.

I do miss Strumpet & Pink’s creativity, sense of playfulness, and willingness to push the boundaries of what intimates could be. The world of luxury lingerie is a little less luminous without their presence, and I imagine we’ll never see another label like them again.

Cora Harrington: The Lingerie Addict

The Flower of Balay by Strumpet & Pink. Antique lace, buttons and jet beadwork, 100% silk crepe

Thank you Cora Harrington!

Tossed Salad for Mel

It is a year since Mel a.k.a Strumpet died. It is difficult to fathom that she is not here. But in celebrating her and marking the outrageous laughter that we shared in the creation of most of our knickers, I present 'Tossed Salad.'

This piece is very much from the hidden archives and the brief was 'The Allotment.' Vegetables came to mind, of course, and so we created a pair of knickers with a frisee lettuce complete with a velvet carrot, carried in a jade holster at the front (for the woman's pleasure) and a velvet radish, carried in a jade holster at the back (for the woman's pleasure). Each root vegetable was attached to the lettuce by a string of seed pearls. The frissee was 'open' between the legs and this entrance was also surrounded by seed pearls.

I can certainly hear Mel's laughter now.............

A Pink Tale

A Pink Tale is complete. The narrative is generated/created by the assembling together of found sentences. 
More will be revealed in the not too distant future. But for now a peep into the window of the story:

Her confident bearing, her supple waist, her pink flared nostrils, her large eyes faintly ringed with blue, all pointed to one of those passionate natures which give out a bouquet of sensuality, just as flasks from the Orient, however tightly sealed they might be, allow the fragrance of the fluids they contain to escape.

La Dame aux Camélias by Alexandre Dumas