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At least now I don’t have to wait until I get to Tokyo Midtown’s RESTIR Boutique to top off my, ummmmm, toys.

KdM (sort of a twist on the ‘Marquis de Sade’—and what a fun Marquis He WAS) now sports a freestanding flagship (one might almost say a new erection) on Melrose. Take that Agent Provocateur.

I, of course, got the rose gold handcuffs. I haven’t used them, but it’s really fun to fasten to the belt loops of your jeans as you trot through airport security. Cheap (or Not SO Cheap) Thrills.

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A few jaunts to Harrods in London will convince you that Kurt needs all the help he can get. I still don’t know why he gets the placement he does on the second floor at Mr. Fayed’s (pause for a moment of retail reverence) little shop. ha, ha

Guess he’s the Stuart Weitzman of London.

That said, this gig is a sweet deal. Now, how much maribou fur can Mr. Geiger affix to a pair of black loafers….do tune in…..

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Of course, what lover would skip the lovely lingerie tissued and folded with the promise of more to come (**Christopher, refer to ‘The Clean Getaway Kit’). While my personal favourite is Deborah Marquit’s line of fluorescent bras, thongs, bikinis. Et al. (try Barney’s New York: 212.826.8900. Agent Provocateur has a racey, lacey little range of surprises AND, afterall, who doesn’t need a barbed wire belt??

For those Agents who wish to be a tad LESS provocative, YYC proposes:
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