There are few things in this life which rival my passion for the fashion, but by God, Burlesque is one of them (and some of my fashion inspiration, both clothing and interior decoration, is derived from it's influence.)
My lust for all things burlesque is insatiable. Quite a few people I talk to about the art of the strip tease give me a sideways squiffy look and assume I'm some sort of pervert. It is difficult to describe verbally an event which is such a visual and auditory feast for the beholder.
Burlesque is a bit lude, crude and naughty, but it's not your average back alley strip show by any means, it's an overt expression and empowerment of femininity.
Burlesque it more than just an evening of merriment, it's a lifestyle choice.
Its a choice to be a woman who is proud of her shape, who oozes sexuality from every invisible, perfectly powdered pore and who embraces her right to be as (or more) interesting, funny and talented as any man.
When those curvy women waltz onto the stage draped in luxurious fabrics and perform a simple tantalising removal of their glove, the audience are mesmerised, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. These are stunning ladies who have perfected the art of seduction and entertainment to a tee - Think Dita Von Teese, there are very few more feminine and sultry than she.
To give an over view of Burlesque in just a few words to those of you who are unfamiliar : extravagant, vibrant, sexy, freedom of expression, red satin, black lace, feathers, leather, saucy, vintage glamour, elegance and charm. It's the ultimate 'lady on their arm, but a whore in the bedroom,' every mans fantasty and every womans secret aspiration.
The last burlesque I attended proudly presented contortionists, acrobats, phenomenal singers, an evil tooth fairy and even a man playing a saw as if it were a cello. I left on a high that stayed with me for a week.
With my heart shaped Nipple Tassles now in the post, I am already mentally preparing for February's fancy dress theme, Valentines.
My lust for all things burlesque is insatiable. Quite a few people I talk to about the art of the strip tease give me a sideways squiffy look and assume I'm some sort of pervert. It is difficult to describe verbally an event which is such a visual and auditory feast for the beholder.
Burlesque is a bit lude, crude and naughty, but it's not your average back alley strip show by any means, it's an overt expression and empowerment of femininity.
Burlesque it more than just an evening of merriment, it's a lifestyle choice.
Its a choice to be a woman who is proud of her shape, who oozes sexuality from every invisible, perfectly powdered pore and who embraces her right to be as (or more) interesting, funny and talented as any man.
When those curvy women waltz onto the stage draped in luxurious fabrics and perform a simple tantalising removal of their glove, the audience are mesmerised, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. These are stunning ladies who have perfected the art of seduction and entertainment to a tee - Think Dita Von Teese, there are very few more feminine and sultry than she.
To give an over view of Burlesque in just a few words to those of you who are unfamiliar : extravagant, vibrant, sexy, freedom of expression, red satin, black lace, feathers, leather, saucy, vintage glamour, elegance and charm. It's the ultimate 'lady on their arm, but a whore in the bedroom,' every mans fantasty and every womans secret aspiration.
The last burlesque I attended proudly presented contortionists, acrobats, phenomenal singers, an evil tooth fairy and even a man playing a saw as if it were a cello. I left on a high that stayed with me for a week.
With my heart shaped Nipple Tassles now in the post, I am already mentally preparing for February's fancy dress theme, Valentines.
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