C'mon, even I wear underthings to church. The bar is not set that high.
But Leighton Meestertook a tour over the weekend down Rio way of the famous Christ the Redeemer statue and figured a bra was too much effort, which despite it's seeming sacrilege, created a rather holy moment for us gentleman oglers, as we could see to and through the sheer white top the Gossip Girl was sporing, for a fairly clear glimpse into nippletastic heaven.
The sacred and the profane in one fell swoop. Just the way we dig it. Enjoy.