I realizes my first post really wasn’t very style/design centric, and I feel a little bad about this, therefore to make amends I’ve decided to provide you, dear gentle readers, with some Sexy eye-candy:

Ah, the Mercedes-Benz SLK… Now that’s a sexy automobile. A few years ago after M-B unveiled this latest incarnation of their little sport’s car, I was walking down a boulevard on a misty afternoon after a morning rain, and there in front of me parked along the roadside sat this beauty, all black and sleek with rippling droplets sliding along the curvaceous slope of its rear fender. I was in lust. Like the fluid line that slips along a lover’s nape, the SLK’s top follows a sensual flow downward to where it joins the hip of it’s rear deck and slips ever so alluringly farther along until it meets that cheeky red tail lamp. What is about this car that makes me want it most of all? Certainly it takes its design cues from its much more expensive siblings in the Mercedes line-up, but where the $100,000. SL is a high-class call girl and the $495,000 SLK is James Bond, the SLK is approachable. It’s the sexiest girl on the block, albeit a rather sophisticated block. This car can be taken anywhere and won’t embarrass you, but has just enough coquettish attitude as to keep things fun and exciting. And then, when you’re all alone, this baby turns on the smoldering charm. It caresses you and whispers naughty things in your ear, it promises to be good and you know it’s lying. This is the car you want to date and marry before you realize you’re better settling down with a much more down to earth and practical sedan. But for now you’re young or at least young at heart and you’re going to live and lust.

Like a fluid motion caught in time and made manifest the Savannah rocking chair by Jolyon Yates for ODEchairs is pure kinetic poetry. The strength and weight of birch wood with its beautiful blond grain striated through its length is transformed into this slinky sculptural form. Function elevated to high art. Art as alluring as Brancusi’s Bird in Space. This seat evokes nature and music perhaps more than pure human sexuality, but there’s something about its form that brings to mind a part of the human body. Maybe the curl of a tongue moistening a lip before a kiss, or the curve around a thigh sloping to private sensual pleasure. But taking a cue from its manufacturer’s name, this rocker is much more poetic in nature. Not so much a dirty limerick, although that’s in there too, I suspect, but rather a haiku: It doesn’t take much. A whisper of touch, just there. To bring you to life. (Poem by Erotic Goddess)

When Phillip Starck designed this citrus juicer back in 1990 it’s doubtful that he knew how iconic it would become in the world of design. Yet it should come as no surprise that such a sexy icon should come from a French man, and not just any French man, but the French man responsible for bringing lusty sensuality to such objects as the Aprilia Moto 6.5 motorcycle and the L’Oreille Qui Voit mirror for Rio de Janeiro’s Fasano hotel. Juicy Salif is a spidery culinary object that may at first bring to mind a Daddy Long Legs, but it’s all Black Widdow. This is no humourous witticism for the kitchen, it’s severe style that gets things done. This is Grace Jones stripping off a black silk dress and you better be there to catch it when it slips from her fingers. No mere object d’art, this juicer is the real thing. It handily juices lemons for your cocktail as easily as it does oranges for breakfast. But excites as it does so. As liquid slides down its metallic ribs and clings in a rather pendulous manner just before dripping into a waiting vessel you’re already reaching for more citrus to do it again. And when you’re done using this juicer, it’s not going to be hidden away in some cupboard or utensil drawer, oh no, It’s going right out in plain sight as a beacon to other like minded designophiles or as a warning to would be paramours signaling you mean business.

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