As an Introduction to the Art, my Young Friend…
Found in a toy store in Toronto’s Eaton Centre, while holiday shopping.
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This image courtesy of Mistress Matisse. This dress is being sold at Saks Fifth Avenue for 1,495$, in case anyone is curious enough or has the money to burn.
I’d be very curious to know how the discussion leading to the naming of the dress went. It’s a nice dress. I suppose I can see how the word shibari could almost apply. Almost. If you sort of lean your head to one side and squint.
Okay actually no I can’t.
The question, now that I think more about it, that this dress brings up for me is how many people who would buy and wear this dress – and undoubtedly talk about the name of the dress whenever someone comments on it – how many of those people would even consider having someone put rope on them? Even for purely aesthetic purposes? Pay me a quarter of what the dress costs and before you leave for your fancy dress party I’ll tie some black rope over a white dress and end up with something far more flattering.
Public : Stolichnaya
This one will attract smoking fetishists and sensory deprivation seekers alike.
Taken somewhere in NYC by a.
Public : What’s Your Fetish?
One of the things I love most in this picture is the opposition between the orange Post No Bills poster above and the purple Fetish poster below. Turns out “The Fetish Collection” is a clothing line represented by the rapper Eve. A clothing line that, really, isn’t so fetishy at all.
Taken somewhere in NYC by a.
A Kind of Bleed
I’m tired.
violetwhite left my space mid-day today, while I was at work, after spending three days and nights here. Three incredibly focused days (even while I was at work, sitting at my desk working on whatever spreadsheet was in front of me, I was either reaching out to her through text messages, or through considered silence) and nights, the nights being just that much more direct, immediate, alternating between langorous and panting frantic.
This then : the first night where it’s just me in my space and I’ve not played music, or put on a background movie. I shoveled my walk, a kind of physical activity I could just concentrate on and not much else. I made a light dinner (sliced apples, cheese, spicy sausage, dark bread), read something I’ve read before and very much enjoy reading again, drank some very cold egg nog, took a long and very hot bath, walked through my small space, chatted about nothing much online. I sat in silence, rocking in my chair and not speaking, even to myself, not even breathing loudly.
It’s amazing how much energy that sort of focus, that considered cruelty, can take out of me. Only after the fact, though; at the time, I feel totally energized, present and hyperaware.
I wonder if perhaps this is how I go through Top Drop. I’m not upset, not depressed. I’m not second-guessing myself, my desires or my actions. I’m not running through what occurred over the past three nights and thinking where I could have done better, where I hit too hard, or not precisely enough. I am not chastising myself for any of the choices I made, then, or will make with her in the future.
I’m just feeling still, and tired. Serenely, peacefully, tired.
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