For far too long, the most exquisite pieces in our lingerie drawers have been kept under lock and key, reserved exclusively for stolen evenings or landmark occasions. We talk ourselves out of beauty on a Tuesday morning, reaching instead for utilitarian jersey or seamless beige foam out of an assumed trade-off: plain means practical, whilst black lace belongs strictly to the realm of high-maintenance theatre. The morning rush demands reliability. Yet, leaving tactile delight for rare dates means denying ourselves the quiet, restorative pleasure of slipping into something extraordinary before the day even begins. The Modern Alchemy of Black Lace: Continue reading