I’ve never been much of a lingerie girl. ‘Sexy’ was never a part of my physical vocabulary and the thought of a tiny thong riding up my derriere makes me cringe. Yes, I could appreciate the beautiful female form accentuated by Agent Provocateur, but since I don’t measure a 34-24-34, the idea of me frolicking on my bed in lace and leather is akin to comedy (as opposed to kinky). But then comes the new lingerie line by New Zealand’s Lonely Hearts Club simply named ‘Lonely’; a delicate array of soft neutral tones emphasized by subtle lace and quiet frills. It is simple, beautiful and fresh- just what a girl needs to wake up in, fall asleep to and play with sans uncomfortable derrieres.

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