Our Stirrup Hose in ruby latex were worn for this photoi by Daniel Sannwald. Stylist: Patti Wilson
Custom Latex Clothing
Dante looks amazing in my custom latex evening gown and overalls.
This custom Latex outfit debuted in September at the Montreal Fetish Weekend. Created for Tiger.
Update March 2015 with video interview.
For many in the fetish world The Montreal Fetish Weekend is the traditional end of summer, a 4 day event where attendees from all over the world take to the streets to flaunt and model their finest of fetish attire.
So it was there that I went, slave and assistant in tow (literally) to debut “The Maw”: over 40 yards of luscious black latex draped, tucked and manipulated, creating a combination art piece, social experiment and—for me personally—a bizarre rubber session of my dreams.
The dictionary defines the word Maw as “The mouth, throat, or gullet of an animal, especially a carnivorous mammal; a cavernous opening; a symbolic or theoretical center of a voracious hunger or appetite of any kind; the stomach, especially that of an animal.”
The name was more than appropriate, as for one month I was consumed by The Maw…toiling by day and dreaming of it by night. I have mulled over this bizarre rubber creation for some time, waiting the right stage for its debut.
Once we arrived at the hotel, the plan was to always be in the maw, attached and rubbery, as we let the mood of the beast flow through us. Much of the time was spent in the hotel documenting our process in videos and stills. testing its and our limits and enjoying the suite’s spacious bathroom (where we discovered, amongst over things, that three people in a maw can fit into a shower. However, it is impossible to move.)
The Maw had moods of its own. The first night we positioned ourselves in the hotel lobby, motionless and silent for 3 hours, watching the hotel guests’ reactions, which ranged from disbelief to studied cool. As we proceeded through the streets, photos were taken and questions asked and The Maw received applause and a standing ovation.
In the pool we spread out amongst the colorful balloons, floating like an oil slick on the Maw’s inflated bumps and curves. At the club we danced and encircled and consumed surprised guests in our rubbery clutches.
Since returning home a gallery has expressed interest in exhibiting The Maw, and we plan to take it for a stroll down 5th Avenue at rush hour, just to create a scene (and photos).