Fashion, style and artistic expression: visual spectacles of the clubland experience.
The hair atop the human head is anthropologically complex. Culturally, it is one of the only parts of our bodies routinely harvested and altered in many ways for many reasons.
For men in the western world, there is a rampant correlation between thickness and desirability: fuller hair signaling virility, and a short, conservative style conveying masculine authority.
Go piss girl, but not here. Not there. Not anywhere without getting your vulva out in public. Squatting over a piss-soaked toilet seat might be a second option, but you’ll be paying £9 to a bitchy barista to get access to it first.
It’s time to introduce Luxembourgish designer Maya Tastet. Coming from Europe with a stink on about the politics of female public urination, Maya presents a revolutionary new approach to relief for the modern woman: the Pee-Skirt.
Inside Red Light Secrets museum, the world’s first and only museum of prostitution located in Amsterdam’s famous Red Light District.
Sneak a peek at the quirky rooms and take a tour of the exhibits on the history of the sex-work industry in The Netherlands’ naughtiest city.
Subcultural Snapshot: Y2K Fashion Romance
Ah, the 2000s.
The golden age of Disney Channel, reality television and out-there (read: extra-terrestrial) fashion with style marked by metallic fabrics, lush velvet Juicy Couture tracksuits and chunky shoes. Okay, maybe not of another world but informed by the future-forward sensibility of the new millennium.
It took me a few seconds to notice the penis paraphernalia, standing upright in a clear plastic cup, an assortment of pinks, nudes, oranges, and whites. I would not say that they featured prominently on the toilet attendant’s table of goods, but they were not hidden either. Fitting, really, seeing as I was in the toilet of a nightclub where, frankly, everything goes.
Holding back a few giggles, I asked the toilet attendant: “What are those, Aunty?”
Growing up, I was always told to never look in a lady’s handbag because it’s rude and you never know what you might find. But that’s the point, no?
I wanted to see what random and unhinged things clubbers considered essentials for a Friday night out in London. So I hit the toilets of two different bars in south London, nosing my way into some lovely ladies’ bags, all for you guys.