last night i had a stop start burlesque date & found myself throughout the night fawning and photographing like-minded sexy dangerous femmes taking the audience on an old school erotica journey that burlesque delivers so well.
one hand on the camera, the other occasionally dangling a glass of wine, the evening was spent enjoying friends old & new who crept from the red velvet shadows like R18 wild things. oh, this is where they are.
shadow play has really come a long way since my ubiquitous torchlit barking dog hand wall projections. baby steps to moaning by midnight. and we certainly did [with well placed increasingly urgent 80s "woooo's"].
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