A long time ago, lingerie was just beige and black.
It was asked for in whispers, delivered in black plastic bags, and never allowed outside the conservative shirts and petticoats it took up residence in. But then one day, something happened to it. It changed its colors - to crazy neons, acid pinks and yellows that screamed look at me. It broke free, straps became visible parts of ensembles, started making statements of style and personality, and went from being sold in discreet hosiery counters to being fashion accessories with entire chains dedicated to them. Lingerie started having fun.