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 The Manchester Alternative & Burlesque Fair Sept 10th

Alt Fashion Magazine's editor Leona Turford goes shopping...

Customers really were spoilt for choice with such a wide array of styles and products to hand. Helping to keep those keep shoppers entertained was an hourly round of burlesque performances. Ginger La Rouge teased the audience with her Bitter Queen routine, popping balloons & stripping down to her slinky crinoline, whilst Fleur du Mal transfixed the crowd her mesmerizing fan dance.  The variation of burlesque throughout the day certainly kept customers on their toes, providing that delicate touch of tease that fitted in perfectly with the atmosphere at the fair. Certainly a welcome addition to Manchester's alternative calendar.

The next Alternative & Burlesque fair is on December 10th, to find out more visit  www.heresynheelz.co.uk/index.php/manchester-weekender. Pictures courtesy of Kate Appleby ( This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. | www.theredarchive.com |https://www.facebook.com/katy.catfish

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Heresy n Heelz Manchester Sept 9th

Alt Fashion's Carey Armstrong visits Heresy n Heelz first Manchester event....

 A Night Of Northern Delights

For their debut show up North, Heresy N Heelz began their takeover of the upper regions of the country with a night of bubbly burlesque, attended by an equally enthusiastic and stylish crowd.

Vampire Queen Rosie Lugosi compèred the evenings’ entertainment, with choruses of “Yes, Mistress” and “No, Mistress” coming from the obedient audience throughout the night. Her compelling stage presence and irresistibly devilish charms commanded the attention of the room, as she strutted around the stage in a glittering corset, top hat and bustle.

Founder of Ministry of Burlesque Kittie Klaw had the crowd in fits of giggles at her burlesque version of the Sailor’s hornpipe. Traditionally performed by a woman in drag, she kicked and pirouetted her way around the stage, before the dance descended into drunken sailor debauchery, to the tune of a speeded up version of Enya’s Orninoco Flow.

Favourite of the burlesque and fetish scene Marnie Scarlet paced the stage in a bizarrely hairy latex outfit teamed with latex hood and top hat, flinging clouds of gold glitter at the crowd from her gloves, cleavage and crotch to the tune of the massive hit (you guessed it) Gold Dust. Her latex outfits of her own design are spectacular and dramatic creations. In the second half, her Poison Ivy act drew gasps from the crowd as she removed leaf adorned needles from her cleavage and inserted them into her arms, before sticking in some sparklers too for good measure, lighting them, and dancing around the stage.

Cute and sassy Frankie Lynn made an adorable cat as she emerged from a giant top hat, her feline ears peeking over the top, and proceeded to prowl and preen her way around the stage to ‘Love Cats’. She truly embodied a mischievous feline of the night as she stalked and glared at the audience. Her other appearance of the evening saw her as a sorcerer’s apprentice, drinking a mysterious elixir, and transforming into a galloping satyr. Her beautifully expressive face told each step of the story throughout her performance.

Burlesque newcomer Havana Hurricane played an accidentally sexy Alice in Wonderland, as she takes a sip from the ‘drink me’ bottle, and cannot control her body as it started to wiggle and dance. Marilyn Manson set the scene perfectly for her tongue in cheek, naughty performance. For her second act of the night, Havana Hurricane shimmied and moved around the stage with the energy and fluidity of a professional, hypnotising the audience with her swaying hips.

Kittie Klaw closed the show with her popular Britannia performance – stripping away layer after layer of her patriotic regalia to reveal Isis wings, fan dancing, and then coming to her final layer, (a union jack ensemble that wouldn’t look a miss on Geri Halliwell) pulling out a flag that had been concealed somewhere in her outfit, and gyrating on it! The icing on the cake for her performance was a motorised chariot created by Jules Evans (host of Heresy N Heelz) – leaving many in the audience wondering how on earth they could get their hands on one for themselves...

The musical entertainment for the evening was provided by The Graveyard Johnnies, an energetic and enjoyable rock n’ roll band who played upbeat and uplifting music during the interval. As always at Heresy N Heelz, there were a tantalising selection of clothing and accessory stalls on show. Kalandra Jane Designs displayed their beautifully hand crafted (yet very reasonably priced) millinery, with fine mini top hats and cocktail hats. Beautiful latex accessories were available from Arcanum (LOVE the skull printed latex hair bows) and Zhyon latex, while Violaceous Latex displayed select pieces from their clothing line, with lookbooks available to view the rest of the collection. Kiku Boutique and Fetish Clothing at the Palace continued the display of local talent with their stunning corsets and burlesque accessories.

For their first Northern show, Heresy N Heelz have certainly shown they are a force to be reckoned with. For their next appearance, they will be returning to The Venue in Derby for a Halloween Horror spectacular, seeing the return of the unmissable and devastatingly sexy Vampire Queen Rosie Lugosi.  Take part in the celebrations and buy your ticket now through http://www.heresynheelz.co.uk . Pictures courtesy of Kate Appleby ( This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. | www.theredarchive.com |https://www.facebook.com/katy.catfish

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Manchester Weekender Sept 9th & 10th 2011 

by Pixie Truffle

Pixie Truffle is principally a die hard fan of avant-garde burlesque. She is also the founder member of Lesburlesque, the UK's first and only lesbian burlesque troupe, burlesque performer and drag king artist (Sept 2011)

"Burlesque events give the impression of being one of the few recession proof forms of entertainment left in this country.  For those new to the genre (or as they are frequently described in the industry, burlesque virgins), it is immediately clear why.  Few forms of entertainment provide quite so much escapism following the initial joyous relief we all experience at the close of a difficult working week; all of us, that is, who are lucky enough to be working in these tricky times.  For burlesque shows give us the chance to drift into a bygone era of pulchritudinous showgirls, retro style and physical appreciation without the need to apologise to the routine pull of ethical sensibilities.  Accordingly we dress up in a manner that uplifts us and in so doing attempt, as best we can, to collapse the distinction between artist and audience.  It works for us on so many levels.  A truly good burlesque show sends you home exhausted and buzzing.  You feel you’ve contributed to the carefully engineered stage craft of those talented girls and boys that reward our vocal hollering with another item of delicately peeled clothing.  When we work all year for our two week break by the sea, I honestly feel that burlesque shows, when they are at their best, can provide you with all the incentive you need to keep ploughing forward until the next time you dare to wear your petticoat, corset or pinstripe suit and spats.  British industry should surely be sponsoring burlesque.

 Manchester is one of the country’s big hotspots for the tease industry.  Blessed with regular and wonderfully executed events, it would be easy to develop a reticence to travel beyond a thirty mile radius to catch most of the UK’s best performers.  In so doing, events here run the risk of being an hermetically sealed subculture.  I know this from travelling to other cities in the UK where you have to work hard to find a show of equal quality to those so routinely on offer in Manchester.  Only a few shows puncture my apathy to extend beyond the boundaries of the North West; essentially any event that bears the name Heresy n Heelz will suffice.

So it will come as little surprise to learn that I am no stranger to Heresy n Heelz events.  When burlesque shows across the country appear to proliferate like pimples on a teenager, out of all proportion to the fairly static audience figures, competing for their ever dwindling resources, Heresy n Heelz have the sheer temerity to travel around the country and still manage to encourage a substantial and growing following.  The way they manage this feat echoes the sentiments of American Entrepreneur Bill Budge when he said, “...everything is getting bigger, the way to go now is to programme in a little sophistication.”  For to describe their shows simply as burlesque events is to do them a tremendous disservice, since what you experience at Heresy n Heelz is a sophisticated and cosmopolitan cabaret of the highest order.  Imagine then, how delighted I was when I learned that they were bringing their brand of entertainment to Manchester, possibly the most sophisticated and cosmopolitan city in the UK.

The weekend of entertainment began with a stage show at Sound Control in Manchester’s city centre.  A venue split on three levels.  Followed by an alternative market on the Saturday afternoon at the same venue and finishing with Club Lash in the evening.   So, when finally Friday 9th September came around, and with much excitement and anticipation, I ventured into town and took my place in the queue.  It is at that moment one starts to see the uniqueness of Heresy n Heelz.  To skip forward slightly, Heresy n Heelz offer a best dressed competition with the kind of prizes more often seen on well funded game shows than at a club event.  Now I dress up for everything I attend.  My wardrobe for the night consisted of a ridiculously expensive slinky 1940’s wiggle dress, real pearls, fully fashioned stockings, beautiful bowed purple Mary Janes, pretty accessories I’ve squirreled away for years for just these very occasions, hours spent on hair and makeup and a purple couture Hollywood glamour suit jacket I had tailored for me in Vietnam.  I like to dress up.  But tonight, in the queue, I get the distinct feeling I haven’t made the effort.  It’s always the downside of Heresy n Heelz.  No matter how magnificently you feel you attire, there’s someone who looks so much better.  Once you’ve dispelled the jealousy, you can’t help but marvel at the paying customers.  It is the beautiful woman on the door, there to greet you and usher you inside – another of Heresy n Heelz nuances – for whom you have to feel sorry.  She’s stunning and glamorous but unable to outshine the guests.  Now don’t get me wrong, there are those at these events that take your breath away for their beauty and others that take your breath for the audacity of their costume.  Nevertheless, and despite always coming away from these events with two phrases ringing through my head, ‘my goodness did you see how beautiful....’ contrasted with ‘what has been seen, cannot be unseen,’ you get to feel as though you are a part of something wonderful.  Everyone at Heresy n Heelz is magnificent.  We are the beautiful people in some way or another.

The first stage show was scheduled to begin at 10.30 and the venue began to swell with the delightful crowd.  Here you could rub shoulders with a whole plethora of burlesque performers and those connected with the genre, all blending with the rest of us and all here for a great show.  As we eased into the evening with a couple of drinks at the bar, many of us began to drift to the first floor performance area and took our seats in a huge semi circle.  As though we were here, drinks in hand, at the world’s most dysfunctional meeting of alcoholics anonymous.  Soon however we turned our focus to the first lady of burlesque, our compere, the Vampire Queen herself, Rosie Lugosi.  In due course she was to show us that the only higher power we would be giving ourselves to that evening was her magnificent self, and in anticipation of her command performance, our dutiful host Jules Evans instructed us to bring ourselves and our chairs to a more orthodox arrangement.    Rosie then began to train us for the evening’s entertainment in her usual manner and to my shock, there are burlesque virgins in the audience.  There is even a hen party.  Not an L plate in sight though, these are retro ladies camouflaged in the finery of the crowd to perfection.  However, we are all prepared for our roles tonight.  Hollering, whooping, foot stamping and screams of ‘Yes Mistress’ echo around the venue.

First to entertain us was the delightful Havana Hurricane, a delicate fresh faced beauty who seems to have come from nowhere to capture our hearts and dance for our souls.   She showed us all she deserves this stage with her delightfully named first routine, What’s an Alice to do?  Her timing was spot on, her routine is pretty and her facial expressions a delight.  Only the churlish could fault her. Sweet but not saccharine, she’s going to be a great success in this industry.   She has just the most peach perfect derriere and a shimmy to die for.  A good performer takes a four minute routine and makes you think it lasted thirty seconds.  I wanted to see more from her, and know I have to wait for the second half.

Our second act is the Cat in the Hat by Frankie Lynn, a flame haired siren who describes herself as the Vixen of Vaudevillian Vogue.  I like that description of her, particularly since Heresy n Heelz is Vaudeville at its best.  The first thing we see is a massive hat carried onto the stage.  We suspect there is a pussy cat inside because her backing track is Love Cats by the Cure, and we know how cats are, don’t we?  Mercurial, enigmatic and often fiery.  So if you are going to perform a cat routine, you had best capture those qualities.  Frankie doesn’t disappoint.  Some performers are just so adept at turning stage fright onto the audience.  Inside of the first minute she is instructing you to hush, while preening and strutting like a well contented pussy comfortable in the attention she is receiving.  She is as big in her presence, as the stage permits and her moves are brilliant and forceful.  When edging the stage, you have the feeling she’s patrolling the perimeter of her territory.  At one point she looked one of my friends in the eye and gave her the middle finger.  My friend spent the rest of the evening wondering what she had done wrong.  Is that not surely what we mean by making an impact?

The only performer on the bill I’ve seen before is Marnie Scarlet and I cannot begin to describe her.  Suffice it to say that I would and, in fact have, travelled many a mile to see her perform.  She absolutely defies all categorisation.  No two Marnie routines are ever the same and she bursts out from any descriptive container.  This evening she is liberally sprinkling Gold Dust as her first offering.  I’m delighted because it remains a firm favourite of mine.  She is fierce beyond measure and you cannot take your eyes off her.  I know she has the kind of reputation that draws in the crowds and her audience was not going away with disappointment.  In fact, should you have ventured to the front three rows, you will be finding gold glitter in your pockets and purses for the next month.  She dons layer after layer of her own designed latex and storms her stage with a fluidity that takes you to the edge of your seat before settling your souls with calming slow motion.  She struts with tricky dissonance and purpose.  I don’t have the superlatives to encapsulate her radiance.  When she’s done and the layers of latex and faux fur have been discarded; when the stage is strewn with gilt, I find myself involuntarily rising to give her a standing ovation.

Rosie reminded us that we had come to a sad part of the evening, the final routine of the first half. Ordinarily our headliner could have been forgiven if she felt a touch intimidated by the preceding act, but it seemed that Kitty Klaw had other ideas.   Such a vast stage for such a physically dainty performer.  Though I had never seen her perform, she has a huge reputation in the industry.  And so the tiny Seaman Thompson staggered onto the stage, seemingly half cut and on unsteady sea legs; the waters choppy from the wake of the act that we had just witnessed.  But if Kitty Klaw was in the least bit nervous we did not see an ounce of it.  I have to say there is something about a beautiful woman dressed as a sailor boy that tickles my Sapphic sensibilities and this routine seemed to be pitched to appeal to me.   Her routine is rhythmically gymnastic, dissonant, and queer in the very best sense of the word.  She hits every beat precisely while retaining an offbeat flavour.  The music floats expertly from the Blue Peter theme to Orinoco Flow just as the routine purposefully drifts from maritime drag king to feminine elegance before Enya’s signature tune slips into a dance remix.  The Inclusion in a sailor dance routine, of big fish, little fish, cardboard box, is a moment of comedy genius.  I find myself inanely grinning as we are taken from a choppy Solent to the dance floors of Ibiza.  Kitty Klaw has talent to spare and a captivating stage presence. This is, most certainly a headline act.

It is time for the interval.  Not the usual half hour of chat, cigarette smoke and drinks that one is used to at a cabaret show.  There’s just enough time to settle your excitement before the Graveyard Johnnies pound their way to stomping ditty after ditty.  Now, there are those that would pay the entrance fee alone just to see this band.  Alas, my biggest regret is that, while I heard them, I didn’t pay the attention they deserved.  I am not much of a gig goer these days and I confess I took the opportunity to mingle with the smokers catching their gasping breaths outside.  For this I’m sincerely sorry.  I’m sorry because, from what I did hear, this band was as tight as any ducks arse psychobilly cat’s hairstyle.  I won’t ignore you again boys, I promise.

I returned in time for the best dressed competition.  You know if you’ve not been approached in the interval, you are not winning sister.  It’s a shame because prizes of fetish wear and costumery amounting to hundreds of pounds are on offer.  The grand prize winner, Spikeheeled Vamp, deserved the accolade.  She looked divine, slinky and swish.   Flirting, as she did with Rosie and for just a second I think I’ve seen Rosie Lugosi flustered for the first time, but perhaps that is my imagination.

Before long Rosie is in full flow again and we learn she is featured in one or two publications this month.  As you would expect from such a gothic icon, she’s made it to a music publication, albeit a heavy metal magazine.  But we also learn she is featured in the current edition of Good Housekeeping, confirming what I already know, there’s nowt so queer as Rosie Lugosi.

With no unnecessary ado, Havana-Hurricane returns to the stage.  Her second act, Grind in the City is a wonderful example of bump and grind burlesque.  All the tease you could possibly want effortlessly exudes from this burlesque rookie’s stage craft.  I really think her shimmy and her facial expressions belie her experience.  She is almost perfectly sculpted for bump and grind burlesque and it shows in the hugely responsive way the audience fall in love with her.  With all the boxes ticked and a flick of her head she takes a triumphant bow before disappearing back stage to well deserved applause.

Frankie Lynn’s second routine is an absolute hoot; a delightful mix of potion fuelled musical theatre, psychedelic sorcery and, as Rosie reminded us, prestidigitation.   Delivered with devil may care in a tongue-firmly-in-the-cauldron, witches brew of a routine.  Just as fiery as her first half promise, and just as entertaining.  A light hearted but solidly delivered take on Disney’s famous cautionary tale and not a single pair of mouse ears in sight.

Marnie takes to the stage to deliver her final routine of the evening.  She is Poison Ivy in green chiffon and latex, steroidal eyelashes, an armful of balloons and a head full of flame red hair.  I’ve seen this routine before and I know what is coming.    She is an extraordinary performer but few within the industry would go quite as far to satisfy their artistry.  One by one she punctures both forearms with vine covered needles before setting light to some of them, revealing them to be sparklers, without the slightest flinch she ignites them with a blow torch.  It is as beautiful as it is extreme and edgy.  One member of my party is needle phobic but she too has been through this before with Marnie and has the good sense to look away.  She’s the only one.  Everyone else is absolutely transfixed.  Marnie Scarlet is the complete performer, prepared to combine well crafted and delightfully conceived routines with boundary pushing performance wrapped in the most delightful and breathtaking costumes.  Talent, skill and audacity delivered with ferocity.  I could never tire of witnessing her art.

With that we reach the final act of the evening, our headline artist Kitty Klaw.  I’ve been reticent to describe her small stature because, well, why should it matter?  A performer is as big as her presence and Rude Britannia is a massive routine from start to finish.  Kitty rides onto stage, Britannia triumphant on her chariot.  A chariot that resembles a Segway but is, in fact, a motorised conveyance built by none other than Heresy n Heelz supremo director Jules Evans.  It’s driven with the majesty Britannia deserves.  She can be taken from our coinage but not from our hearts.    Kitty Klaw delivered a performance that commands the stage, extending her Isis wings to every rabble rousing chorus of Rule Britannia.  I could swear she was ten feet tall.  It was beautifully danced, commandingly entertaining with just the tiniest smattering of satire.  She wore a pair of Isis wings and yet still treated us to a glorious fan dance.   Discarding her dress she revealed a sumptuous union flag sequinned costume before revealing from nowhere, and then unfurling a union flag itself.  This routine could surely be the saviour of the Proms.   Finally she darts around the stage in her chariot and exits to a crescendo of rapturous applause and the evening’s stage entertainment drew to a close.

However, it couldn’t possibly be a comprehensive review of the show without further mention of Rosie Lugosi.  I’ve seen her compering on a number of occasions.  She is the adhesive without which a show like this might lack that special cohesion.  Far more hectic shows than this have been tugged into seamless order by Rosie, but when the show is as good as this one, she manages to effortlessly captivate the audience and corral us into willing anticipation for each routine.  She remains second to none in her delivery and an absolute joy to behold.   

So, the first night came to a close and I am compelled to say it was truly outstanding.   I went home buzzing, if a little early since the venue stayed open for another couple of hours.  Not being the twenty something fresh faced and youthful girl, that I occasionally delude myself into thinking I am, rest was needed and Saturday promised something allied but nevertheless unique in Manchester, an alternative and burlesque fair.

Returning to the same venue that had hosted the previous evening’s entertainment was an interesting experience.  The atmosphere as you entered Sound Control was somewhat different to the previous evening.  Much less edgy and expectant and far less tightly wound.  The sense of being there for a great show had given way to one of relaxed perusal and contemplative excavation with a myriad of stallholders parading a variety of alternative wares.  Moreover the event gave an air of like-mindedness.  This was a gathering of Manchester’s alternative lifeblood, less abstract and heterodox than the fierce perfection of the previous night’s carnival elite.  Much the same atmosphere as when one first ventures into Affleck’s Palace.  The Fair felt like a welcome refuge from the monotonous but compelling recruitment drive of normality.

Despite endlessly watching my weight I was delighted to spot Cherry Cupcakes’ stall of light and moist confection as I walked into the venue.  Surely it stands to reason to offer potential paying punters a sugar rush as early as possible.   Perfectly crafted and artistic sweetness plus distractingly delightful aromas are enough to make anyone wide eyed and shop suggestible.  Or is that just me?   In any case the Fair held stalls ranging from punk and alternative attire, latex and fetish wear, burlesque wear and accessories to BDSM paraphernalia, a myriad of toys to enhance one’s sexuality, plus information stalls for the North West Burlesque Society, Ministry of Burlesque, Heresy n Heelz and Club Lash (where membership could be obtained).  In amongst the crowd of milling patrons were performers, artisans, musicians and fetish punters alongside those who just like to dress with distinction and express their individuality.   It didn’t come as much of a shock then that the event had a markedly social atmosphere.

On the hour the vending and the socialising paused to take in even more burlesque performances.  It genuinely did feel like everyone stopped and turned to the compact stage that the organisers had arranged for these welcome performance interludes.

First to perform, taking time out from her position tending the North West Burlesque Society stall, was Ginger La Rouge, in her latex clad, almost pre French revolution routine, Bitter Queen.  I do have to say I love burlesque with menace.  I loved that the execution from this embittered monarch forcibly piercing her balloons as if to behead her subjects, was at odds with Ginger’s slender femininity.  The routine needed a dead pan authority and Ginger delivered it.  All eyes in the basement of Sound Control were on her as though they were her court favourites, used to the bizarre spectacle of an enraged Queen exacting misfortune on unruly peasants.

The second of the four burlesque beauties to grace the stage was Fleur de Mal and her Fairytale Fan dance.   Fan dances abound in burlesque and some of them, while entertaining, have little in the way of originality.  For my own personal tastes I enjoy a fan dance when it is either executed with vigour and ferocity, or with extreme delicacy of touch, lightness, serenity and grace.  Thankfully the bad flower of burlesque has a sensual delivery in this routine, delicately feathering her fans, teasing and concealing and with innocence and majesty enough to be discordant with her stage name.  I enjoyed this hypnotising routine immensely.

At almost exactly 4pm the audience was introduced to Cherry Belle.  It is with much regret that I missed her routine, The Hand That Feeds You.  Having spent some time gathering my party together from their different shopping obsessions at the Fair, we had, with atrocious timing, headed off to the outdoor area for a drink and to collect our thoughts.   This only means, of course, that I will make extra effort to see Cherry perform in the near future.  Especially as the rapturous applause for her routine managed to filter all the way into the garden of Sound Control, serving as it did, to remind me that I had just missed her.

Our final burlesque performance was delivered by the stunning Alexandra Hofgartner.   There is a certain intrigue generated by a burlesque performer who is comfortable using a conventional name on stage (I have no idea if it her real name or not).  It does make you wonder why they all don’t do it.  Perhaps some burlesque performers’ real names lack the glamour of Alexandra’s.  Regardless her Emancipation routine was one of the most deliberate and patient routines I’ve ever seen.  Nothing is rushed, or misplaced.  No part of this act overflowed with chaos or erraticism.  In fact her unfurling costume and intricate movements were compelling and teaming with sensual eroticism.  The only adjective that does justice to this routine is mesmerising or better yet hypnotic.  Having taken the time to look again at this routine in her online video performance, I’d go as far as to say it is the closest a burlesque routine has come to drawing a tear from my eyes.  So very beautiful.   I have a feeling she is destined for greatness.

After each act concluded the eclectic audience seamlessly returned to their role as social animals and shoppers taking in the fine and varied collection of items up for grabs.  My only dismay was not having enough available funds to purchase the gorgeous latex suspender belts of Arcanum Accessories or the Fetish delights on offer from Fetish Clothing at the Palace.  Nor could I possibly afford the beautiful bespoke corsetry on offer, the fascinators, the unique burlesque pasties, the gorgeous hosiery or the magnificent footwear.  Not because they were ridiculously overpriced, but because I hadn’t saved up nearly enough to buy all that I coveted.

I have no idea of the footfall at the Fair but I know that during my several hours there, it did not once want for substantial patronage.  Then again, who actually would have wanted to leave?  There are few places you can take in cabaret, socialise, have a beverage, relax in beer gardens and come away with many new and pretty outfits.  So many ways to part you from your coin, so little resistance, so many cupcakes.

And so Club Lash’s Back to Skool themed fetish evening was the final event of the Heresy n Heelz weekender.  Hosted by Rosie Lugosi, the darkly delicious deviant lesbian vampire Queen herself.  Now, I’m both a regular and a member of Club Lash so I confess to being partial.  That said, however many misgivings the average person might have about a fetish club, Club Lash manages to offer something a little different and welcoming;   a warm and inclusive atmosphere at odds with the slick depravity that one might expect.   Yes it has a dungeon, and a well stocked heavy duty one at that.  However you could spend the whole evening there and not be distracted by it, should you choose to socialise and pose wilfully in your undoubtedly resplendent outfit.  There is gender fluidity in costume on display everywhere; latex creations to tantalise the senses, some erotic and powerful and others elegant and prettyful.  Oh and so many school uniforms – pleated miniskirts naturally.  Preaching to the Perverted meets St Trinians behind the bike shed for a little cigarette and mutual admiration.   That is not to say, should you desire it, that you couldn’t take your loved one and tie them to the rack, stretch them and do unspeakable acts of perverse and delicious wickedness on their carefully exposed flesh, to underline your weekend satisfaction with a few loving lines of redness.   After all, to some the quiet whimper of a submissive is all the motivation they need to attend a fetish night but Club Lash has no ego and the only intimidation you’ll see is, I can assure you, entirely consensual.

It came as little surprise that Club Lash was the venue that the Heresy n Heelz staff chose to kick back and finally relax.  All, that is, except main man Jules who, I can only imagine sat in contemplative solitude, a grin a mile wide, reflecting on a job very well done.  And for those who missed out this time, do watch this space because there will surely be more to come from Heresy n Heelz.  Manchester positively demands it.

Article published in edition 3 of Gladstone Magazine pages 29-37 - read or download HERE

Heresy n Heelz Twisted Cabaret Special

by Alt Fashion Magazine

Alt Fashion's Carey Armstrong took a trip to Derby (Aug 2011)

An excellent selection of stalls open during the night provided a further feast for the eyes, with the local Derby Octopus Tattoo Studio displaying their artwork, and mad artist Doctor Geof doodling away at his stall – beware, for once you have seen his posters, you realise you will need to buy at least five of them to plaster on the wall of your Victorian time machine (or if you’re not in possession of one then your living room wall).

All Girls Are Magpies had a selection of their sparkly, beautifully hand crafted nipple tassels on display (including specially made Heresy N Heelz themed sets), alongside fine corsetry and beautiful evening wear from Scarlet-Tayla and the Burlesque Salon.  Lipstick Effect lingerie store brought along a fine selection of Yes Master and What Katie Did underwear, and new brand Zombie Teeth showcased their simple and eyecatching collection of tees and mini skirts.

The night went by in a flurry of glitter and glamour, and the next Heresy N Heelz can’t come soon enough! If you missed out this time round, be there for the Halloween horror spectacular on October 22nd – see you there!

 

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Heretic Tease Hits Derby

by Erotic Review Magazine

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