Wicked Chamber, Costa Mesa: Where Bad Decisions Get Professionally Styled…read more
Apparently I had been dressing for Folsom Street Fair like a civilian. Thankfully, Mel, Jill, and Jen at Wicked Chambers staged an intervention.
I walked in preparing for four days in San Francisco, starting with Twisted Windows Thursday, then going straight through Friday and Saturday night, and basically told them: make me look hot, dangerous, and just responsible enough to still have TSA PreCheck.
Challenge accepted.
These women absolutely understood the assignment.
I left with black perforated mesh pants that somehow manage to be pants while also making a compelling argument against pants. Then came the black lace up bondage style pants covered in straps, buckles, hardware, and enough dangling temptation to make airport security reconsider several career choices.
Then they added the white leather body harness, because apparently subtlety had already been pronounced dead.
Next came the black mesh sleeveless top loaded with chains, rings, studs, and hardware. It looks like a fishing net and a dungeon had a very attractive child.
And finally, the black tactical thigh bag with spikes and hardware, because every man needs somewhere to keep his phone, wallet, room key, and whatever remains of his dignity by Sunday morning.
But the best part wasn't just the clothes. Mel, Jill, and Jen styled the whole damn thing. They listened to where I was going, figured out the vibe I wanted, pulled pieces I never would have picked myself, mixed everything together, and turned a pile of outrageous clothing into actual looks.
There is a huge difference between selling someone fetishwear and knowing how to style someone in it. These three know exactly what they're doing.
I walked into Wicked Chamber looking for outfits.
I walked out looking like Folsom Street Fair should probably have been warned in advance.
Twisted Windows, I'm coming.
My credit card is traumatized.
I, however, have never been happier.
Mel, Jill, Jen: absolute fucking legends.