Nocturness | The Bloodbath

Nocturness enters the stage carrying a candelabra that she holds before herself like an offering. The room is dark and hushed, and her skin, barely hidden by a few leather straps and duct tape across her nipples, glows in the candlelight. She’s a tall, striking woman, made taller by some incredible boots and the horns … Continue reading “Nocturness | The Bloodbath”

Horns & Hot Pants

Across the crowded car park of the Riccarton Working Men’s Club, a lone woman totters in 4 inch heels, the purple latex straps of her costume peeking out from under her coat. She’s headed towards the entrance of the 15th Christchurch Fetish Ball, and I follow her in. Inside the unassuming exterior, neon strobe lights … Continue reading “Horns & Hot Pants”