Saturday, 13 December 2014

Gorgone's class in London

'His arm looks a bit blue,' I say, regretting that I didn't bring any purple ink.

Fred checks that the model is OK and says, 'Colour happens.'

To the sound of a dishwasher, I'm drawing a private class, led by Olympic-standard rigger, model and teacher Gorgone.

Listen to the rope, says Gorgone.

She feels she has more control as a model than as a rigger.

The other Fred shows me his hands raw from smoothing out the kinks in new ropes. It makes me think of picking oakum - unravelling tarry ropes in order to make bulky material needed for ship-building. This labour or punishment was assigned to Victorian prisoners and workhouse inmates.

Thanks to Gorgone, Munster Mash, Fred Hatt, Miss Bones.

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Friday, 12 December 2014

One of Darren McMullen's Outsiders

...on National Geographic TV. Here I am dispensing a minute's worth of common sense from the sofa at BOUND at the Flying Dutchman in Camberwell: 

Monday, 10 November 2014

Bound at the Flying Dutchman - November

A company called Kuretake makes pens. I want its entire output please


Performers: Fred Hatt and Miss Bones, Pedro and MaYa Homerton, Gorgone and Odd.

Saturday, 6 September 2014

September BOUND at the Flying Dutchman

Today I finally get to see the National Geographic TV documentary featuring Japanese rope bondage in which I'm briefly interviewed sitting on a sofa, burbling away, being a safe, acceptable observer of this BDSM activity or (if you're me) this dynamic substitute for life class. I don't look as much of a prat on it as I thought I would.

(Have you noticed this blog is called Boulevardisme? BoulevarDiSMe? Ah, OK.)

Tonight's subjects: Edna and Anea Capaken; Gorgone and Fuoco; Nina Russ and MaYa Homerton; Red Lily and Zlata (the only man performing this evening); Gestalta and Bliss; members of the audience.

I forget to bring my pens and brushes - not the embarrassing felt-tips or my Rotring art pen but the real ones, dip-pens, reed, bamboo, feathers, bondage rope, human hair, all that stuff. Never again. 

The next night finds me listening to the Prom on the radio and making cauliflower cheese. As I said, safe and acceptable.

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