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”