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, death by cute, discount codes, fetish, indolence, lingerie, lust, pin-ups, retro, sales, sex, shopping, sin in general, vanity, wear
BE dropped us a line to let us know about the new Vixen vinyl dress- and predictably- LOVE it! Also digging the new Lucy B retro styles of lingerie. Since there’s free shipping on $75+ orders, you might want to start your holiday shopping early.
You think you can handle this badonkadonkdonk?
And for under your suit…
Filed under: accessories, brooklyn, haute, jewels, nyc, retro, shopping, vanity, wear
One of the best things about living in New York is the constant inspiration on the street and subway. The pants I’m wearing right now were acquired after asking a very eager to share woman at Broadway-Lafayette where she got them. I may not have taken them off since. New York City dwellers are subject to temperature extremes (60 degrees outside, 160 on the subway platform where you’re stuck for half-an-hour), environmental exposure, long walks to and fro, and other look killers you just don’t have to deal with when you drive to and from work in your own climate controlled space.
A few weeks ago I spied a woman in her late thirties who looked like the perfect combination of together and polished and professional and stylish and casual. She was wearing a neat little suit derivative that really embodied all this. An approximation:
- Dark jeans
- A short-sleeved blazer
- A subtly-screened, tissue weight tee
- Stylish sneakers- though I’d choose riding boots
- Extra credit: practical tote and pretty pendant
Filed under: accessories, cheap, fetish, i own it, love, lust, makeup, pin-ups, retro, shopping, vanity, wear
This fabulous blush stick eluded me for years. I read the reviews on Makeup Alley- get it now before they discontinue it! and then nothing. I scoured every WnW display I passed and saw no version of it. Then, like magic, it reappeared everywhere. I’d heard Coy was the perfect pink blush and was skeptical- blush was never an item I could find in drugstores. But they were right.
Coy is a creamy, highly pigmented, pure pink color that makes you look sweet, alive, and not overly made up. I use it on my lips to provide a neutral base for gloss. It’s been less than a week and this item is elevated to grail status on my vanity table. Don’t try to contour with it (or anything)- just apply a little to the apples of your cheeks and pat it out until it looks natural. Finish with a light dusting of powder if desired. I will never go back to prestige blush again, unless WnW discontinues it. Now, if they’d only resurrect Drac’s Drool- dumb name, perfect berry wash for lips.
Filed under: entertainment, gadgetry, geek love, makeup, sin in general, vanity
While away, I rented the visually stunning and very engaging Mirrormask. I highly recommend it, but that’s beside the point. My dreams were haunted by this eerie version of Close To You by the Carpenters. I woke up and mentioned to my bunk mate it was stuck in my head, to which he replied, Cheers, babe- now it’s stuck in mine! But the really creepy part? It reminded my of my daughter! Anyway, finally as spooky as it deserves to be…
Filed under: accessories, death by cute, makeup, pin-ups, retro, sassy, shopping, sin in general, vanity
I’ve never used cake mascara, but I spotted this adorable wee compact in Lucky and I feel that now I need to. This totally looks like it would have been in Bettie’s makeup kit. Very pin-up. And I’ve had Paula Dorf brushes for years- they still look and feel brand new.
Filed under: accessories, bathing, death by cute, fetish, geek love, haute, in the house, pin-ups, retro, sex, sin in general, vanity
Via Uncrate, cool retro sexiness in a bath towel. Who knew?
Filed under: accessories, death by cute, fetish, haute, love, lust, pin-ups, retro, sex, sin in general, vanity
…before you just want something that says “do naughty things to me” en francais? These screen printed panties from Kiki De Montparnasse have an array of filthy French phrases for every day of the week. They’ve even got subtitles!
Filed under: bathing, brooklyn, cheap, death by cute, geek love, haute, indolence, nyc, shopping, the good fight, vanity
I’ve gone on and on about my love for homegrown beauty products, and I lovelovelove The Bubble Roome’s Brooklyn-themed natural offerings. Now that their site’s back up, I’mma have to check out their gorgeously-packaged Hemp Oil Lotion. None of the scents are based on my favorite- dark chocolate- but the Clementine & Cedarwood looks like a really nice option.
Filed under: accessories, cheap, drink, eat, in the house, indolence, shopping, sin in general, vanity
you know you need one. I can’t talk, I order in like, three meals a day.
Filed under: geek love, indolence, lust, pillaging, rage, ravaging, sex, sin in general, skate, the good fight, vanity
I love indie beauty products. It can be hit or miss, but so much stuff you buy in the store comes from the same exact cosmetic chemists in Jersey. And this natural, healing balm is made especially to soothe nasty skate boo-boos. Which you don’t tend to get if you’re a mega scaredy cat like me. (Main Page…)
(And it comes in a post-bout kit!)
Filed under: accessories, brooklyn, fetish, gadgetry, geek love, haute, indolence, love, lust, nyc, pillaging, pride, retro, sex, sin in general, vanity
Well, I’ve wanted a Vespa for eons anyway. But check out this sweet modded one on Engadget:
Quang Nguyen, a forward thinking Vespa-modder (no pun intended) has managed to cram a touchscreen rockin’, WiFi sportin’, XP-equipped PC into his red GTS250
Filed under: accessories, fetish, gadgetry, geek love, haute, in the house, indolence, love, lust, pin-ups, sex, sin in general, vanity
These swanky vibrators are the Birkin bag or Manolo maryjanes of sex toys. Made of 24K gold and stainless steel, they’re gorgeously emblazoned with the legend “Fuck Design”- and how. They’re nearly silent but powerful, waterproof, and hold varying temperatures for hot and cold experimentation. And my birthday’s not till March. >whimperpout<
Filed under: accessories, fetish, haute, indolence, intoxicants, sin in general, vanity
I’m a bad vice vixen in that I’ve never sampled the most blingy-hip of all drugs, so I feel like a bit of a poseur posting this. Still and all, I love pieces that are subtly naughty, and this one is- to me at least. Luxe and lascivious. Very Kathryn.
This elegant, striking resin box is very reasonably priced for such a cutely designed piece. This would be a nice to hide away anything you wanna keep away from prying eyes. And I went a whole entire post without saying you can keep your weed in there!
Because your iPhone alone just doesn’t convey your lemming-like drive to look cool, you need an overvalued, underdesigned, cliched Louis Vuitton holder for it. I hatehatehate the ubiquitous LV monogram. With the fury of a thousand suns. As if Louis Vuitton himself killed my lover. And this just takes two stupid overpriced hype machines and rolls them into one big, tacky, I have money and no taste spectacular. I will forever rock the hand-sewn phone protector my best friend made me (as soon as I find it in the debris of my room) because it’s much cooler than this stupid thing. Just trust me on this one, okay?
Filed under: accessories, cheap, i own it, jewels, lingerie, pin-ups, shoe lust, vanity, wear
Being a woman under thirty but with a less-than-lithe body can be a shopping challenge. I’ve hovered around a size 14-16 for most of my adult life. (Uh huh. I said it. And I’m hot.) It’s not difficult to dress a body with dangerous curves, but finding clothes that look young can be a massive challenge. Plus size clothes can often be cut much more generously, so if you’re petite like I am, you get lost in them. I know Stacy and Clinton (shut up, I love them- they remind me of my BFFs Amy and Eamon) eschew wearing juniors clothing, but I drool every time I get the Alloy and Delia*s catalogs. Flatteringly cut clothes at non-designer prices, and the extended sizes offerings are decent. I especially love their offerings every fall- the pieces are indeed young, but can easily be worked into the wardrobe of a working woman as well. One simple request- make everything in the complete range of sizes!
I’m on a bit of a gun kick lately, but I’m half Italian, so I can be. I have a nice silver six-shooter necklace, but I love how this retro necklace* from Classic Hardware is all pink and girly- with a gun. All their pieces are lovely, but this really spoke to me- as only a gun can.
* Scroll down for the direct link
Filed under: accessories, boys, fetish, lust, makeup, rage, sex, sin in general, vanity
When I came of age sexually, pretty much all you had to do to impress a guy sexually was, uh, shag him. We didn’t have brazilians or bleaching or now, for fuck’s sake, titty gloss. It was enough to entice the menfolk that we had tits. And now this.
Enter Agent Provocateur’s Titillation. I beseech you, my sisters, to nip this trend in the bud and do not submit to any more grooming, glossing, or hair yanking of anything that can be covered by a bikini. Unless you really want to, for some strange reason. Remember when all we had to worry about with getting naked was granny panties? Bring those days back!
Dear God, the embarassment. Because everyone knew that tell-tale, hideous, overly gynecological Ortho Tri-Cyclen pack. Back in the day when we only had one pill. And we were grateful! And every girl had at least one incident of it clattering out of her bag in Biology class. This smart compact holds your pills, is leopard printed, and will even tell you when to take them! Snag one for your little sister or niece and spare her the embarassment.
Makeup kits usually suck. Buried under all of last seasons worst sellers may be one or two marginally wearable colors. Not so with this cute kit from Too Faced. The adorable packaging holds a bunch of completely wearable shades and probably won’t disintegrate in your purse. (I’m looking at you, Bare Escentuals!) I also just adore the name.
Weddings are a ridiculously expensive venture. I know, I’ve gotten married twice- to the same guy, but still. I’m kind of an expert. Bridal gowns are notoriously poorly made, overpriced, and tacky. Which is why I was barefoot in a white nightgown at my first and my second gown was homemade. And awesome. If I ever take another trip down the aisle, I hope these super well made and inexpensive Issac Mizrahi dresses from Target are still around. If the first wedding cancels out the second, then I can still wear white, right?
I’ve never understood all the hullabaloo over NARS Orgasm Blush. As a makeup artist, I found even with darker skin, a sheer wash of color worked light years better on everyone. When I worked for MAC, I moved more Pink Swoon blush than anything else. Scarily pink in the compact, it goes on sheer and light and like you’ve just been skiing. Or, I suppose, shagging. Best. Blush. Ever.
I’ve always loved how Lil’ Kim revels in the title of Queen Bitch, and Queen Latifah never went by the apologetic “Princess Latifah”- Queens are the ones to order people’s heads off. I really want one of these custom crown rings, but I’m totally at a loss to the engraved part. Either way, the rustic look and stamping are totally awesome.
I used to be a freelancer for MAC and Urban Decay. UD was far more pleasant to work for, no inherent attitude and still with the cute aprons. Of all the things I miss about doing makeup, the brush apron is what I miss the most. But how can one use this thing practically? Who cares- it’s adorable.
It happens. Five Midori Sours and countless shots of baby Guinness and you’re arse-over-tit on Broadway. Spare yourself part of the embarrassment with a “I meant to do that” pair of the ridiculously named Rhumba Panties. If nothing else, they’re not gonna give you a killer wedgie.
I came around to eyeliner quite late- I was freelancing for MAC and it became something I had to do. I instantly fell in love with a sharply, thinly kohl-lined eye. My basic look became pale gold shadow with kohl. I have messed around with every kohl under the sun, and I have never found better than Rimmel Soft Kohl Kajal in Jet Black. Sure, it smudges a little, but any moron knows if you have eyeliner, you don’t fucking rub your eyes. Besides, eye products with intentional staying powder always sting like a bastard. Honestly, best eye pencil ever.
I’m totally digging this cheap mirror set from CB2. Indulge your vain impulses and adorn your walls. I love multi-tasking.
But as you can see, I have a weakness for cheap necklaces. And I work right above fucking girlprops, so half of my paycheck could just be sent to them for baubles. I had to have this big and sexy rockabilly crowned heart. And since there’s no going subtle, I got it in gold. Super cool.
Well, maybe just a little. I grew up on Long Island, where every girl of Italian descent is issued at least one before the age of 13. I endured constant ribbing for my tackiness, until stupid Carrie Bradshaw co-opted the least co-optible fashion trend ever. I really dig the cool disco style of these nameplates on Etsy. Although lacking the ubiquitous “diamond cut”, it makes up for it with i’s dotted with stars. Strong Island, represent!
