File this under "things only Jane Birkin would do"... or, would you?
I'm pretty anti-bra, but that's also because I'm pretty flat-chested, so you can't really tell what's going on under there either way (unless, of course, you're wearing a mesh top). But every once in a while, I stumble upon a "nothing" bra: some triangular thing that's sheer and stretchy (doesn't lift or flatten) and beautiful. That happened last month in Berlin, at the highbrow High-Street shop Cos. It was the last size small on the rack, and I scooped it up and haven't taken it off since. Sadly, said braziere appears to be sold out on the world wide web, but here are a couple of other options, should you feel the need to slip something on.
Jane Birkin, Serge Gainsbourg, and one very excited onlooker at the premier of Slogan on August 28th, 1969.