Fetish icon Rubbereva has re-suited and rebooted her online shop in a swanky makeover which sees the brand flex its retail muscles. Known for progressive use of new media and fetish exploration, R.E Productions consolidate its online reputation for up-to-date design and slick presentation with the RubberEva Shop.
‘It has taken an age to launch as it has been built and coded from the ground up by our team,’ Eva explained. ‘I wanted a really modern funky site.’ The shop has a range of affordable clothing and play accessories including some rather fetching clinical and military wear, some excellent inflatable hoods and specialist lines in adult baby wear and plastic.
In a season which has seen Top Shop enter rubber retail, Eva’s inspiration for her project has been validated. She added: ‘I designed all the rubber clothing myself under the new label Rubber Eva Clothing – exclusive to the shop. People are forced to pay far too much for clothing when really they are only paying for the designer label.’
The new outlet is work in progress and is only a third full but each week RubberEva and her team will keep adding new items to keep it fresh. The revamp brings the clothing side into line with sister sites RubberEva, Video:Eva, TheRubberClinic, Plastic Lovers, Plastic Nappy and P.B Productions which have been at the forefront of HD download delivery in recent years.
Last Saturday night Northbound Leather celebrated their 20th anniversary with a stellar bash at Revival, here in Toronto.
This is a particularly significant occasion as Northbound Leather were the vanguard of the fetish scene, having hosted the very first fetish events, thereby bringing fetish out into the open and enabling our existing freedoms in our expression.
Let me first say “Wow, what a bash!”
The three story club was equipped with a playroom in the basement, a lounge on the second floor and a large dance floor on the main level lined with a bar on one side and seating on the other.
The djs’ beats were hard and pounding in a venue that was once a church – and there were those of us being worshipped!
A number of us had been anticipating the event since George from Northbound had announced the date and venue.
I arrived with my good friends rubberraccoon – one of the founders of “Fetish Night” – and his lady Wintermute, having prefaced the event with a “getting ready” pre-party at my home.
We encountered Lady J (local dominatrix and one of my best friends) and KardynylSynysTyr (her partner, another great friend and writer for “von Gutenberg Magazine”) shortly after a perusal of the space.
Our party was then complete with the arrival of my good friend Baroness and her three boys – all on leashes!
Mistress Katina – another good domme friend of mine – even joined our little group for a while. It’s always good to see her.
The layout of the venue was not exactly conducive to conversation among groups as the seating was linear – only enabling conversation on either side.
That said, there was a tremendous amount of eye-candy featuring a surprising number of attendees in latex!
Our numbers are growing here in my home town.
While long latex gowns, stiletto heels and absinthe (consumed at my home and not available at the bar!) may not be the wisest combination, I somehow made it back home without a single rip!
Whew.
What a relief!
*Apparently I hadn’t really thought that one through, however everything worked out just fine.*
As this was a particularly special occasion, the folks at Northbound also arranged for some performances, featuring Lotus Lily artfully demonstrating her self rope bondage skills (and what skills they are!) as well as Baron Markus darkly crooning his gothic-flavoured tunes a la 2010.
Rumor on the street has it that this may become a semi-regular event.
I will certainly keep you posted.
Ostensibly the Torture Garden Valentine Ball was a stunning spectacle. Decor, acts, rooms, ideas, visuals, music… were all value for money. The thing is, at this TG I think this time we were witness to a change. TG has found itself the other side of the recession as more of a giant fancy dress party for Bizarre readers. Yet is it their fault that 2,500 people turn up?
It’s just I’ve always felt this is where the spirit of ‘punk’ is now. This of all clubnights is where the freedom of ultimate individual expression is. Not a chancer stumbling around in a bathrobe, not common festival skimpiness. TG has always been famous for its strict dress code and thus an outlet for freaking out. Yet only about a third there wore non-streetwear, and they were swamped by the overpopulation of watered-down ‘tops-off’ males and Burlesque hen-party females. As Latex Kitty said to me: ‘I don’t want to talk to someone with their top off, what’s that about?’
Quite. TG can’t be a Red Hot Chilli Peppers gig. But you had to admire those that braved the cold under the industrial archways of SeOne. I froze in my catsuit. That’s a heat transference thing right? I’m not up on my science but I’m sure somebody could have put a radiator on. A few oil drum bonfires would have looked good – probably against Health & Safety regulations…
Unfortunately it was the venue that inhibited the night. What SeOne gave in faded grandeur and space it took back in bad business choices. Frankly, the toilets were not fit for purpose. Carlsberg or Strongbow in cans – £4 a pop. Wine in plastic. Mismanaged cloakroom-queues. Obligatory heavy-handed doormen. All of it smacked of an inexperience in the fetish territory. One longed for the labyrinthian spookiness and facilitation of Mass at Brixton.
Despite the shortfallings of the venue – which did deliver a decent space – there is as always so much to celebrate about the hard work TG always put into its events. A stunning chart-ready electropop performance by Viktoria Modesta would have given Lady GaGa a run for her money. And the succinctly finessed digital grooves of the main Club Arena bathed in swaythes of ultramarine lasers by Beating Hearts were juxtaposed by a devilish revelry and stomping cheese-rock in the Neon Love Ballroom.
What also set TG apart were features like the performance artists: a double-headed manikin greeting everyone with a surgical mask and a kiss; and the Sexdoll Love Tunnel which set a sublimely pervy tone to the entrance, replete with dismembered blow-up doll parts and live rubber-maids. There were stalls, free photo-booths and of course pole-dancing, not to mention a sumptuous fashion show by Kaori’s Latex Dreams .
Asking around it seems TG might be looking to get its own venue, and that would be phenomenal because it would iron out the discrepancies of over-subscription, of Generation X Factor not understanding protocol, and the difficulties with enforcing a dress code with so many attending.
I was asked a few time what the solution might be. You know, I’m not sure there is a problem: it’s an opportunity. TG doesn’t need to be a victim of its own success: because it does have a groundswell of newbies coming through that need to be trained – perhaps with a TG Lite night. Then you could call the hardcore night, oh I don’t know, TG Strict – for those discerning souls who spend a month sorting out their outfits and travel across Europe to be at the cutting edge. Of course it would need to be choosier about the venues too.
Like any other true-blue femdomme, I love receiving service – and this is not a euphemism for cunnilingus!
A couple of weeks ago I had a session with a rubber/bondage/electro-stim freak. How wonderful!
There was some very real chemistry that could not be ignored.
He promptly sent me an email upon his return home wishing to present himself as a possible slave.
I advised him of the screening process he must go through and he agreed without question.
He arrived just a short while ago, brought me a large bouquet of my favourite flowers (Stargazer Lilies) and is now painting my bathroom.
It amazes me how little men actually understand the meaning of slavery when they approach with such offers.
They clearly feel it means the domme is supposed to serve their needs and not the other way around.
How sadly delusional!
This boy seems to have the right idea, but time and experience have taught me to screen carefully and hold fast to a prolonged probationary period.
Time will tell.
I have recently added a copy of the radio interview I did regarding rubber fetishism for Sex City on CIUT Radio with Leanne Custer. They originally asked me to do a 15 segment, but then offered me a whole show – almost one hour!
Some of the information is no longer current – I am no longer with the “boy” I refer to, the video clip I mention is no longer available on Youtube and Ewa from Latexworks has since moved to Toronto.
As the interview in lengthy, I have had to cut it down to two parts.
The links are available on my main page, towards the bottom:
