February 19th: Most New Yorkers know about, or at least have heard of, the Museum of Sex and all its risqué and sinful contents – but few have dared to venture inside. Until now, when they hosted a great Fashion Week celebration of sexually dramatic proportions.
Michelle Scott’s (aka DJ ChelleBomb) Wonder Land collection was presented by the luscious model-DJs of StaDj. These were not the first time we’ve encountered these StaDj models, and now I am convinced that they can do anything!
This dancewear-meets-nightlife fantasy collection “promises a modern twist on the classic pin up aesthetic, featuring an electric textile mix of jewel-toned pleather, stretch fabric, vinyl, lace, with satin finishes.” Obviously we expected nudity and inappropriateness, but duct tape we did not. The racy collection left no heart peacefully pounding; certainly not for the shy and proper!
The Museum of Sex (cleverly abbreviated MoSex, hah), is the first New York City institution dedicated to the exploration of the history, evolution, and cultural significance of human sexuality. Not supported by grants or public funding, they are run by support from perverts like me and you.
Before the runway show, guests were allowed to roam the three exhibits that they have up now. The first exhibit, The Sex Lives of Animals, had large statues of various species of animals having sex, and photos and video explaining in great depth exactly how animals do it. But do animals actually enjoy having sex as much as, say, us humans do? That’s something you’ll have to go to the museum and read up on yourself.
The second exhibit, Action: Sex and the Moving Image, sets out its stall on the idea that “film uniquely allows viewers to voyeuristically participate and derive pleasure from the depiction of sex.” The room is dimly lit with blue and purple lights that definitely sets the mood for sketchiness. They show different sex scenes from mainstream movies, highlights of porn films, online amateur porn, and have fun explanations to read on the walls, including the analysis of celebrities’s success based on their sexcapades.
The third exhibit was a hodgepodge of festishes, S&M toys, dominatrix installations, and blowup dolls. I was too distracted to figure out exactly what the exhibit was trying to convey, but in the end, does anyone really care? Toys – neat!
The afterparty was held at the Empire Hotel rooftop where guests and models partied through the night! Now after the show – and after reliving the night writing this review – I am feeling rather frisky.