Bash Compactor: My Christmas Outfit
Do you like fetuses, tampons, smashed candy, mix tapes, demented teddy bears, rowdy chicks, zines and ripped pantyhose? Well, who the hell doesnt?
Wandering into the fabulously dilapidated Clemente Soto Vélez Center on Suffolk Street last Friday, I stumbled into the acrobatic gyrations of Faux Pas, a performance artist dressed as Santaat least until he stripped down to his jockstrap and black fishnets. Then drag princess Pearl Lin warbled a forlorn ditty about marriage wearing a wedding dress, but no one stepped up to the plate to marry her. That was some of the random entertainment at BangOn! NYCs Merry XXX-mas fashion show. Suggested costumes for guests included bondage gear, lesbian reindeer, horny elves, sexy Santas, she-male snowmen and sexy dreidels, but I stuck with my scarlet frock and bicycle chains round my throat.
In what looked like a high school auditorium was a lively ongoing dance party that was spilling onto the stage. But this was no prom. The alarm sounded for the show and striding down the runway in aggressive fashion came a sexy brunette attired in an evening dress made out of tampons and sanitary napkins, paired with black-and-white Keds high-tops. Im not sure if the blood was fake. Fuchsia-haired Madelena Mak sauntered down the runway in a summery tea dress hiding behind a white teddy bear. Another fetching lass pulled a long string of pearls out of her undies, artfully decorated with feathers, flowers and leopard fur. Portland native Kaytee Papusza for Papusza Couture creates her elaborate glad rags by hand in Brooklyn. Other designers included Duante Cooley and June Triolo. Clad in a pointy white 1950s bra and petticoats, Papusza handed me a pair of her signature tie-dyed pantyhose and dragged me backstage to say hi to the girl and boy
clothes horses. Did you see my ping pongs? one of the models asked me with a tinge of regret. I have a feeling I was too far away. Id heard a commotion at the end of the runway but the crowd obscured my view. She was shooting ping pong balls out of her vagina, my friend Tyler told me. Oh drat! Shame I missed that one. But I was immediately distracted when an Adonis with tousled ringlets and nothing else rubbed his crotch against my buttocks. Now that was my kind of XXX-mas cheer!