sextacular, sextacular.
An uneventful Friday night was interrupted by an old friend who called out of the blue and asked if I could hop in his auto in 20 minutes to take some pictures of a gig he was playing.
Sure, what is it?
This burlesque thing, sort of. It’s fun, you’ll see.
With enough time to spool up a few rolls of film, I was out into the rain and off to see a show.
Fun night indeed. A great band fronted by some fab choreography, flaming hula hoops and acrobatics. Always make time for girls who can fly through the air. More info here!