... Damaris underwear. Yes, we know it's not practical and costs enough to make your bank manager weep. That's missing the point. You just have to be glad it exists somewhere out there, perhaps adorning the bottom of a model or trophy wife in all its silky peacockish beauty. Anyway, for us plebs there's the diffusion range, Mimi Holliday, which at least makes some concessions to reality by shunning huge Easter egg bows, flossy string bits and £160 price tags.