"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Une certaine recherche vestimentaire
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.
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Sorry for correcting you but :
"UnE certainE recherche vestimentaire". Nice theory though.
I noted that pic when you first posted it and wondered as well what deranged furnaces of fetid fantasy lurked beneath that mocking whiteness -- "sniff the glove" he purred as his gurgling colostomy bags hinted at the most outrageous copraphagia yet to come. yikes. Truly, a fetish olympian.
Dear Jerome, don't apologize for correcting me. I appreciate it and expected it, but I'm at the office and keep getting interrupted with actual work so I didn't have time to check it. It's a phrase I remember from High School
Dear Anonymous,
Please. Not before noon.
Shit! Maybe I should wear that outfit for the next Folsom, so that I can 'have my pearls scattered in the gutter".
Ahem.
THIS is what I have to wear to get ravaged? I am so naive. I thought it was a flouncy cheerleader's skirt. (Although those seemed to be plentiful at Folsom, too.)
Yes, it was a particularly remarkable outfit among those shown in your very entertaining photos. Especially, at least for me, the socks. I wondered how and why she'd wandered into West 27th Street (that's where it was, right?) on that particular afternoon but then I imagined she knew exactly what she was doing, and I thought, "Well, you go girl!" 'cause she's a lot braver – or simply less uptight – than I.
You and your imagination. Unbounded.
Tony, you've really got me going here. I'm hoping bf goes to bed soon, if you know what I mean.
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