Today, I happened to drive past Agent Provocateur, a ridiculously expensive high-end lingerie shop in Soho, when suddenly, I was reminded of an incident that occurred a couple of years ago. In fact, thinking back, it may be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in New York.
It was a windy, chilly autumn night. I was out scouting late, and happened to turn down Mercer Street.
I was passing by Agent Provocateur when the door opened and a gorgeous blond came out. A perfect 10, could have easily been a supermodel. Not that that’s unusual in Soho…
Except, what caught my eye was that the woman was wearing a fashionable grey trench coat. This sort of made her look like a detective, and for a second, I was amused by the idea of a detective coming out of a place called Agent Provocateur.
The woman went to the curb and hailed a cab, and just as she was getting in, a big gust of wind blew back her trench coat…
Revealing the fact that all she was wearing underneath was the lingerie she had presumably just bought at Agent Provocateur.
And I don’t mean your typical bra and thong from Victoria’s Secret. This was full on Agent Provocateur get-up: garter and thigh-highs, the vintage-looking lingerie…Pretty much any of these probably-NSFW pictures gives you an idea of what she looked like. I did the math from their site, and it must have easily been a $500+ ensemble.
She got in the cab and disappeared into the night. I looked around and realized I was the only one who had seen her.
To me, the sexy part was not seeing a near-naked woman, but in all the questions it raised: Where was she going? Who was she going to see? Had some rich lover given her a credit card and told her to go wild? Or was this a gift for someone? And most importantly: what the hell had she worn into the store?? (If I remember right, she left carrying a shopping bag, which I imagine had her clothes in it).
As I was remembering the incident, I started thinking that a zillion moments like this must happen every day in New York. And in a city as big as this, someone always happens to catch a glimpse.
So I turn it over to you: What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in New York City? Your personal definition of the word “sexy” is all that matters (remember: sexy, not raunchy). Can be something that happened yesterday or from thirty years ago. Feel free to pick a fake commenter name, and by all means, turn any first hand experiences into third person if you’d like.
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