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Like Venus herself, the Venus collier embodies the enticement, power and pleasures of sex and seduction. Its sexy, sinuous shape makes a dramatic statement, assertively identifying the wearer as a lover of beauty, in charge of her own sexuality. The Venus necklace, bracelet and ring express sexual awareness, love and desire. The subtlety of the design is deeply empowering: regardless of what others may see, the wearer is aware of the symbolic value of her Venus collier, a discreet reminder of her sexual freedom and expression.
The collier is complemented by the Venus bracelet and ring.
This parure of jewels, composed of a body chain, cache sex (panty), glove and slave bracelets, is inspired by Charles Baudelaire’s poem Le Bijoux (The Jewels). The flexible structure of the Sado-chic Chain-mail caresses and clings to the skin, making its significant weight in sterling silver or gold seem feather light. The central element of the Chain-mail Body can be worn separately, or in combination with the removable attachments that serve to adorn the breasts or the waistline, depending on the wearer’s inclination. Each pièce in the Parure can be worn separately or combined to create a more « opulent display ». While these jewels are particularly radiant when worn directly on naked skin, their use should certainly not be confined to the boudoir alone.
The Jewels
My darling was naked, and knowing my heart well,
She was wearing only her sonorous jewels,
Whose opulent display made her look triumphant
Like Moorish concubines on their fortunate days.
When it dances and flings its lively, mocking sound,
This radiant world of metal and of gems
Transports me with delight; I passionately love
All things in which sound is mingled with light.
She had lain down; and let herself be loved
From the top of the couch she smiled contentedly
Upon my love, deep and gentle as the sea,
Which rose toward her as toward a cliff.
Her eyes fixed upon me, like a tamed tigress,
With a vague, dreamy air she was trying poses,
And by blending candor with lechery,
Her metamorphoses took on a novel charm;
And her arm and her leg, and her thigh and her loins,
Shiny as oil, sinuous as a swan,
Passed in front of my eyes, clear-sighted and serene;
And her belly, her breasts, grapes of my vine,
Advanced, more cajoling than angels of evil,
To trouble the quiet that had possessed my soul,
To dislodge her from the crag of crystal,
Where calm and alone she had taken her seat.
I thought I saw blended in a novel design
Antiope's haunches and the breast of a boy,
Her waist set off so well the fullness of her hips.
On that tawny brown skin the rouge stood out superb!
And when at last the lamp allowed itself to die,
Since the fire alone lighted the room,
Each time that it uttered a flaming sigh,
It drenched with blood that amber colored skin!
William Aggeler
The Flowers of Evil
(Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
Les Bijoux
La très chère était nue, et, connaissant mon coeur,
Elle n'avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Mores.
Quand il jette en dansant son bruit vif et moqueur,
Ce monde rayonnant de métal et de pierre
Me ravit en extase, et j'aime à la fureur
Les choses oů le son se mêle à la lumière.
Elle était donc couchée et se laissait aimer,
Et du haut du divan elle souriait d'aise
À mon amour profond et doux comme la mer,
Qui vers elle montait comme vers sa falaise.
Les yeux fixés sur moi, comme un tigre dompté,
D'un air vague et rêveur elle essayait des poses,
Et la candeur unie à la lubricité
Donnait un charme neuf à ses métamorphoses;
Et son bras et sa jambe, et sa cuisse et ses reins,
Polis comme de l'huile, onduleux comme un cygne,
Passaient devant mes yeux clairvoyants et sereins;
Et son ventre et ses seins, ces grappes de ma vigne,
S'avançaient, plus câlins que les Anges du mal,
Pour troubler le repos oů mon âme était mise,
Et pour la déranger du rocher de cristal
Où, calme et solitaire, elle s'était assise.
Je croyais voir unis par un nouveau dessin
Les hanches de l'Antiope au buste d'un imberbe,
Tant sa taille faisait ressortir son bassin.
Sur ce teint fauve et brun, le fard était superbe!
Et la lampe s'étant résignée à mourir,
Comme le foyer seul illuminait la chambre
Chaque fois qu'il poussait un flamboyant soupir,
Il inondait de sang cette peau couleur d'ambre!
Charles Baudelaire
from The Flowers of Evil (1857)
