Her work offered a refreshing change in an otherwise drab group show featuring young artists still reeking of Art College, with the presentational skills of an aardvark, so they deserve no mention here, ha!
Georgie’s paintings stood out however!

Ms Tier pieces will remind the trained viewer of the form and composition of Braque's bird pictures and collages and also have similar reference to the shape, colour and composition of violin and musical instruments, especially pinks, reds and blacks of the classical orchestra.

There is as well a timid if not tentative Klimt-like influence in some of her works, which Georgia is experimenting with further.
The appliqué-style of jewels and glass buttons is playing a small part in some of the paintings, adorning the corsets and hair-dos of the dramas that are unfurling before our eyes.

In “Moulin Rouge” the Can-Can girls, little by little, reveal their naughty secrets, and would have had Toulouse-Lautrec blush with approval.

There is nothing tasteless or underhand going on here, pardon the pun! While there is nothing cheap nor vulgar about these pieces either. There is also a lot of Beryl Cook’s humor present in these “vignettes” as isolated snapshots of a particular moment frozen in time. The style of the shapes, as they describe the figure’s movements are well observed.
They glide and turn, as if the pictures were animated. This adds up to a stylish, if not a somewhat comical look at the Dominatrix and her victim. It breathes a breath of fresh air into erotic art now on offer, which these days, seems to be stuck in that same old and done to death style of “Glamour”…yawn. Its impact on the visual arts isn’t going anywhere fast at the moment.

But that doesn't mean that there isn't good Erotic Art out there, as Georgie Tier’s work has effectively demonstrated here. I was pleasantly surprised by its freshness and originality. I recommend that you all try to see it, and draw your own conclusions.

You can see Georgie’s work next at: “Skin II” on the 8th and 9th October, and at the Barbican Arts Gallery, where she will mostly be showing prints. And her in person, with more paintings, yes! : In the PVC outfit! Wink, wink… as a featured artist at the Erotica show, Olympia, Earl’s Court, London, next November.

Stephane

for more on Georgie Tier click here

When I arrived at Rub around midnight the club was very busy, full of vibrantly animated people.
This was my first time at Dukes so once I’d adorned myself with the contents of my ruck sack, I blended in with the crowd and went for a walk about. The venue has a predominately bar feel about it which is ideal as there’s lots of places to sit and chat and later on when everyone’s loosened up a bit, for exhibitionists to exhibit, away from the main dance area. This party was a Birthday celebration with a 50’s theme. In the first bar DJ El Nino played Rockabilly and Rock n Roll. It was comfortably crowded in here all night, ideal for all manner of many minglings and meetings.

Downstairs there were three more rooms all equally busy and buzzing. The middle room was the dance floor which spilled out into another large comfortable bar area. The music was mostly funky and accessible House, a good beat but not too hard, which kept the room full all night.

In a separate room on the other side of the dance floor was a play area. Rub isn’t one of the hard core
SM fetish clubs, which makes it the perfect introduction to fetish, and a great first time party.

So appropriately the play area was fairly low key, but the whipping post, wrist chains and examination
benches were occupied and observed all night by aconstant flow of Doms, Subs and Voyeurs. There was one particular couple who exhibited their more extreme fantasies involving intricate rope bondage, piercing and fisting, it was beautiful to watch and by far the most hard core fetish play I saw that evening.

The thing that struck me most about the night was the incredibly wide range of people there. A complete mix of ages, nationalities, shapes, sizes and looks. Some people were beautifully and flamboyantly dressed, others were borderline costume and looked like they just stripped down to their old pair of vaguely shiny underpants!

But all were having a wicked time no matter what, and there was no air of posing or pretence. During the two years I've been away it looks to me as if the fetish scene has reached a much wider audience. Most of the I spoke to were first timers, there were a few familiar regular faces and a few obviously harder players, but generally the vibe was about the music, dressing up and socialising in a sexy environment with the freedomto play if you wished.

One person I spoke to described it as an adult fancy dress party. Another person commented they don’t want the club to become anymore popular then it already is. But I think its got to be a good thing for some fetish clubs to be more main stream and encourage a wider range of people to explore their sexuality and be open and confident about it. People just need to find the clubs they feel most comfortable and satisfied in. Even though this Rub party reached such a wide rage of audience the atmosphere was still one of respect andopen mindedness. I was unaware of anyone being a nuisance or acting inappropriately.
This is a wonderful thing about fetish clubs in general, people are always very polite, unless of course you want to be treated like a dirty little bitch!
I had an excellent night and met some great people, and going by the vibe everyone else there did too.

Sarah
Dancing Décor

Photos – Jan
fetishclubpix@dial.pipex.com

Club Rub info: http://www.club-rub.com

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01/05/04
After the huge success of the last event, Pedestal was expanded to three rooms, solving the over-crowding which had been the fly in the ointment previously. The music was being handled by the DJs from Whackos, which meant banging, yet groovy house/trance on the main dance floor and deep, dark, eclectic atmospherics in the dungeon. Once again Pedestal was slightly victimised by its own brilliance, as the best array of SM equipment I've seen in any club meant that the dungeon was packed full of women, wanting to inflict pain on their lesser halves. Still, on the bright side, it was never hard to get to the bar. Another fantastic night ensued. Pedestals respect for and understanding of their audience shone through. House slaves were on hand to look after any mistress who required them and this level of care was further illustrated by a photographer being ejected, having had his film confiscated, for having taken pictures without the subjects permission. Imagine what London clubbing would be like if this radical concept, of valuing the customer, took off. Well, one can dream on. Meanwhile, back in reality, Pedestal is going from strength to strength and will hopefully be as dominant a force in London as the women who attend it