Secretive

A whole load of tissues!

Is it just me or did the entire male population in Singapore stood glued to their telly boxes from 10 to 11pm last night? The reason? Victoria’s Secrets Fashion Show 2004. Ok before I start ranting and raving about the hard bodies, never-ending legs, luscious lips, to die-for hair, flawless facial features of all the supermodels like a sex-deprived school boy, I did like to add the show was hot! So hot that the models were wearing the bare minimum to preserve their modesty.

From string thongs to bikini tops so small you wondered why did they bother even wearing it in the first place. Of cause it wasn’t to say that it was done in bad taste. This year’s show adopted a rather fantasy theme to the outfits. We saw loads of angelic wings slapped on to the backs of the models ala Doc Oct of Spiderman fame. Loads of LOTR type chains and breast plates. It was pure heaven.

The other joy in watching the show was to ogle at the drop-dead gorgeous supermodels on the runway strutting their stuff, baring their incredibly slim frames for all to see. P. Diddy who was in the gallery is one lucky man, Sting who was backstage was even luckier. On show were names synonymous with the fashion world, like Heidi Klum, Gisele Bunchen, Tyra Banks and Naomi Campbell just to name a few…

Alas, the probably 2 hour show was snipped, edited till it became senseless. There wasn’t any teddy section, none of the extremely provocative stuff you normally see in the catalogues. It generally mutated into a FHM live spread. Sad, but Erin and I had quite an eyeful of the taut bodies and va-va voom costumes. Perhaps our stations should screen more of these in the hopes that it might translate into more babies, how do skimpy bras and panties equate to babies? I leave that to your imagination!