Bohemian Carnival, DNA Lounge

3 ratings since posting on Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Bohemian Carnival, DNA Lounge
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Clowns and Fire!
If you love clowns and fire as much as I do, you can't afford to miss this one! It's the only monthly event in San Fran that I regularly attend and I've never been disappointed. The performances are sexy and the music gets better every time. I love to lust, I love to dance and I love some sweet kinky clown caress. - Lola , posted 01/23/07
*****
Bohemian Carnival.!
increbible!!.!!!. the sights, smells. taste of the sublime,provocative.. i had a most excellent time.. very talented performers and happy, sexy partygoers!! the mood was soo upbeat, silly!
ill keep returning!!
xoxo

G~ - Gabrielle , posted 01/23/07
*****
Darkness on the edge of circus
Saturday. We didn't know where to go, and somehow arrived at the subculture circus, Bohemian Carnival. I didn't plan on ending up there, and don't know why spirit told me what to wear, but somehow, I blindly followed her directions, layering a white fur trimmed vest, gold and white metallic bell bottoms, white stiletto boots, a white top hat with feathers and my white fake fur coat. I looked in the mirror and thought: "If Tom Wolfe was born 40 years later and he was a drag queen, he'd look like this."

When I walked up to the DNA lounge, through the veil of smoke and the crowd of people loitering in bondagey, dark, pierced Goth white white faces and black, black hair, I thought, "This is definitely not my scene." But I paid my $15. I had to step inside.

When the bouncer gave me a nod, and I slipped into the red, red room, the sweat and the greasepaint and the roar of the throbbing, whooping crowd assulted me and I thought, "This is SO not my scene."

Everything red and black. Dark, edgy, scary clowns in grotesque face paint. Burlesque, vaudeville, a vibe like the shadow side of a carnival.

But I couldn't resist...

The energy of it all swept up and took me into another world, that world my little brother and I used to visit when we'd slip away from our parents into the backside of the traveling carnival, when he'd urge me into the tatoo parlors, ever curious about the seamy side of life. The shadowy uncertainty of a funhouse, not knowing what might grab you, or who might slip and fall. The sheer life giving joy of witnessing beautiful freaks flirt on that uncertain tightrope of death. This is your brain on the flip side of Cirque du Soleil, this is a resurgence of what it really means to be vaudeville. Vau de Vire! Life!

There was an authencicity, an unrehearsed, participatory spontaneity to it that seemed refreshingly archaic. I imagined that this is what the traveling vaudeville was once like, back before it was cleaned up and Vegas-ized.

Four amazing DJs were simultaneously spinning and mixing a crescendo of breakbeats and the whole crowd pulsed and danced around the acrobats. A girl bungee jumping on silk as everyone whoops and hollers, dancing faster, faster. Acrobats climbing a pirate's rope ladder, nothing to catch their fall. Two gorgeous muscled women sliding horizontally, up and down, up and down a pole, rubbing their nipples, pantomiming more, as the crowd roars and surges and the DJs spin faster and faster.

I took off the fur coat, then the next layer. We had to dance, the energy swept us up away in a rapture of pure, uninhibited esctatic simultaneous raucous laughter. The circus was us. Caught up in a gilded freakshow of beauty! A woman in a gold sparkly lame bikini, swaying her hips with a flaming hoop. Pretty men swallowing fire. Poi dancers, center stage, inches away from us. The ringmaster, a Gooferman clown in a Sargeant Pepperesque red jacket and striped black and white headgear (a pair of artfully arranged pantyhose he says!) urges me on stage, but I'm too shy. Maybe next time.

My friend Diana is a holistic healer yogi type but she loved it. Loved it! By the end of the night, I have to admit, I did too.

These are photographs taken by Eric Gillet, a Belgian professional photographer who was there. He caught the shadows, the theatricality, the raw sexuality and the heat of that night.

flickr.com/photos/24682...594493323603/

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www.vaudeviresociety.com/event...x.html - gigi , posted 01/23/07

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