Filed under: accessories, entertainment, femme dangereuse, gadgetry, haute, in the house, intoxicants, retro, seriously unladylike behaviour, sin in general, smoking, the next big thing, vanity
Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, this is the most amazing hookah pipe I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sleek. Silvery. Grown up. Portable. A conversation piece. Tiny, manageable, and comes standard with two mouthpieces. Like for a date. A sexy date. How lovely… From the site:
But that’s not all, it also comes with an elegant and beautiful carrying bag so you can take it with you to the next dinner party you are invited to and show off your cool. In any case, here’s some tech info you might find relevant and convincing, in case the gorgeous design hasn’t won you over yet:
Body and handle of narghile in solid polished pewter, brilliant nish-Burner made of hi-tech ceramic. Pipe made of aeronautical polyamide treated with Te on.
2 mouthpieces made of culinary standard nacrine (i.e. synthetic mother-of-pearl).
Tongs for tobacco and charcoal – Carrying case.
Filed under: bathing, cheap, femme dangereuse, fetish, i own it, lust, pin-ups, retro, sex, sin in general, vanity
I am a licensed esthetician. I am, however, not a licensed gymnast. Ergo, I 
cannot wax my own bikini area. One of my snopes friends mentioned this under the radar product and I was, of course, skeptical. Nair gave me chemical burns rivaling napalm, and waxing by someone else took off more skin than unwanted hair.
You have to jimmy off the cap like a paint can, and the mixing process is kind of scary. Also, since all my spatulas are- well, spatulas- I used the backside of a plastic knife. Which was totally ghetto.
But after the required seven minutes of sitting with a weird, cold paste on my nether regions, Magic Shaving Powder worked brilliantly as advertised and didn’t irritate me at all. Anywhere. As always, Vice Vixen is not responsible for anything you put in or around your hoo-ha, so proceed with caution.
Filed under: accessories, femme dangereuse, fetish, geek love, haute, love, lust, pillaging, rage, ravaging, seriously unladylike behaviour, shopping, sin in general, smooth criminal, the good fight, vanity, wear
Normally, I like to mix it up a bit, but I was very impressed by the indie gooda on offer at Supermarket.
First up- an understated leather wallet that says BAMF without saying it.
Smoking accessories are few and far between, and this cigarette holder confirms the badass status to which you are entitled as a smoker.
Sappy but cool- interlocking promise/wedding/love you rings.
Gotcha! Wedding rings.
Pretty, pretty cleaver necklace.
I’m sorry, what now?
Filed under: accessories, cheap, death by cute, femme dangereuse, haute, pin-ups, retro, shopping, wear
I rarely bare my arms in public due to an unfortunate incident in 11th grade Economics class. But even I get sick of cardigans from time to time, and I am lusting over this adorable little faux-fur stole from Babygirl Boutique. I love the over-the-topness for a dinner date.
Filed under: femme dangereuse, intoxicants, pillaging, seriously unladylike behaviour, sin in general, smooth criminal
I love subtle threats. A razorblade hoodie, handcuffs dangling from a delicate chain… add these stunning AK-47 ice bullets to the list. Do I even need to expound upon how they’d be better in the bedroom than those clunky cubes?
Filed under: boys, femme dangereuse, geek love, ha, lust, rage, sassy, seriously unladylike behaviour, sex, sin in general, the good fight
The female equivalent of a cock block.I was hitting on that guy, but my girlfriend stepped in and totally box locked me.
Filed under: accessories, death by cute, femme dangereuse, haute, in the house, jersey love, lust, rage, retro, sassy, sin in general, smooth criminal
Oh, my God, this was like, made with my bedroom in mind. Never mind the “Sweeney Todd” thing, this is the hottest mirror I’ve ever had. Femme Dangereuse, indeed.
