Who can keep track of all these upscale events in New York this weekend in and around fashion week? I can only tell you that I wasn’t invited to any again this year, damn fashion snobs. But, I do have my sources, and we have our ogling eyes peeping into all the best events, including this fancy fest that brought out super hotties Doutzen Kroes and Irina Shayk showing off some of their fine fun parts for the benefit of some good cause. Namely, our viewing pleasure.
Seeing Doutzen and Irina only serves to remind me that as much I’d love invites to these swank soirees, you really can’t show up without a supermodel on your arm, exiting out of your fancy car. So, I’ve got one year to upgrade my stepping out status such that next Fashion Week, I’m not rolling up in a Corolla with my cousin Anita in her back brace. I feel like there’s no obstacle I can’t overcome if girls like Doutzen and Irina are on the other side. Unless it involves heights, I’m not so good with heights. Enjoy.
That ever so simple formula again. Get Irina Shayk to model your bikinis. Sell your bikinis. The good two piece swimsuit selling folks at Beach Bunny figured this out a long time ago. Put the sultry sextastic Russian model in your little things, get her all tan and air blown by the way, and let her do her thing. Or, more aptly, let the people leering at her do their thing.
Irina Shayk is so hot if she were your aunt and she sent you socks every year for Christmas, she’d still be your favorite aunt by a mile. That’s the raw power of just looking ridiculously hot. Enjoy.
Short answer, nothing. Yes, this Agent Provocateur is a bit full of itself, but it’s also full of super hot ladies in little bits of lingerie, including the desperately sextastic Irina Shayk, who seduces a man like no other can. The entire long form commercial is written and directed by Penelope Cruz, who sadly decided not to also be the star (even after babies we’d lust to see Penelope back in lingerie) but choosing Irina Shayk and forty other super fine women surely makes up for it.
Even Penelope’s husband makes a surprise appearance in the video, though by the time you get to Javier Bardem, all the good stuff is kind of over. A must see. Enjoy.
Oh, blessed be the inventor of stretch pants, the most enduring and lust producing innovation in modern female fashion that gets my very mouth agape with visions of sugar plum camel toes and tight booty poses dancing in my head. Throw Irina Shayk into that stretch pants preening and body part exhibiting mix and you have the makings of a summer class.
The Russian supemodel was looking all kinds of hot running a regular errand in her New York neighborhood, in the most nicest of form fitting bottoms, revealing her A+ booty and an A+ with a cleft camel toe delight. It was like watching a long time dream come to life. Please, don’t pinch me, I don’t want to wake up. Enjoy.
Damn. That’s just about all I got. Checking out these photos of the sultry luscious goodness that is Irina Shayk in GQ Russia, well, it’s simply all there. Wicked hot girl, ridiculously delightful body, black leather, lots of skin. It’s like the four parts of a perfect visual sandwich.
Ever since we first saw Irina Shayk sneaking around Manhattan and out of her soccer boyfriend’s hotel room, well, there’s been a certain feeling of desire that’s hard to put into words. I think it’s best described by a very hard biting of the lip, the sound of whimpering, and punching yourself in the ear. Like a dog would if it had opposable arm joints while desperately waiting for its favorite treat. Very much like a dog in fact. Irina Shayk, you are just amazingly hot. Enjoy.
Today might just be the day when the super model hotties step out from their paid gigs to offer up a free and ridiculously hot bikini show to the general ogling audience.
It was impossible not to crank your neck to the sights of Irina Shayk stepping across the sandy shores of Miami in her little orange bikini, highlighting her perfect body like a semaphore signaling every man and Sapphic leaning woman within eyeshot. Damn, the layers of suntan lotion I’d like to apply and clean off and reapply on Irina Shayk.
I might just be tempted to gather up the grains of sand in her wake and build a bucket full of happy foot prancing memories of the sextastic sultry angel in orange. She could drive a man to do some seemingly nutty things. I am prepared for them all. Enjoy.