We thought burlesque took its last breath a year ago when you couldn't open a magazine without being blinded by Dita von Teese's lily white breasts. Remember, Mrs Henderson Presents was on the silver screen, Immodesty Blaze was on the West End stage and every hen night had the requisite pole dancing lessons booked six months in advance. |
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But burlesque never really took hold, possibly because the boys never got on board. You know, they liked the idea of girls dressed up in expensive pants, clinging upside down to fireman poles and twirling nipple tassels, but, boy, were they disappointed when there was no money shot. Those used to the erotic delights of Stringfellows, Spearmint Rhino and Sophisti'Cats wondered what all the fuss was about if no one actually got starkers. So, now it seems, nudity is the new thing. Less about
the costumes; more about the flesh. Welcome, then, Ursula Martinez,
the "performance artist" who happens to take her clothes off
whilst 'setting fire to her tits and singing South London suburban flamenco',
amongst other weird and wonderful acts. And she'll be doing three of
her greatest tonight. At the Barbican. |
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So it may be hoakey, it may be a tad bizarre, but at least it doesn't involved nipple tassles or a pole. I'll de-robe to that! Ursula Martinez at the Barbican - 7:45pm. Silk Street, EC2. £12. 020 7638 8891 or online. |
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