Originally uploaded by farmboyz
At Folsom Street East, this lady stood out in the crowd despite her addition of a black leather belt to her immaculate church dress. Hers was probably the sexiest, most intelligent outfit of the day. It invited transgression and attack in a way that a mountain of harnesses won't do. The pearls, socks/shoes, bag and hat, their meticulous whiteness, and the way she wore them, contained the essential and inflammatory elements of fetishism. One instantly wonders what she had on underneath it all, and if in the course of the day, anyone would finally have the sense to understand her wordless invitation to be violated, her pearls scattered on the wet pavement and rolling into the gutters as she gathers up the tattered remains of her outfit and hurries home satisfied.