Showing posts with label Skin Tight Outta Sight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Skin Tight Outta Sight. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2009

All The News That's Fit To Strip

Sauci Calla Horra, a member of Toronto's Skin Tight Outta Sight, is on a mission to shimmy, shake and spread the love of burlesque clear across the country.

"I was always a bit of a showboat. I had a fantasy of wanting to be a glamorous lady. I had this image of a very exotic-looking woman in a fur coat and high heels and an evening gown," she said. "But I don't think I ever imagined I'd be going across the country and taking off my clothes."

In other news ...

The New York Times chats with the last surviving Ziegfeld Girl.

The Las Vegas Review-Journal looks at Peepshow, the city's newest girlie show, which Lindsay Lohan is apparently in talks about.

Monday, November 3, 2008

All The News That's Fit To Strip

Tanya Cheex and Sauci Calla Horra, left, of Skin Tight Outta Sight chat with Toro Magazine about wardrobe malfunctions, punk burlesque and retro and revisionist burlesque.

"When I started collecting vintage men's stag magazines and watching stag reels in my late teens, I was fascinated by the fierceness of the strippers, they didn't look like mainstream women," Tanya told the magazine. "They had an edge, all those trappings of hyper-feminism – the stylized makeup and hair, the heavily constructed foundation garments, the curvier bodies."

Sauci added, "In some ways, I see revisionist burlesque ... as a more accurate portrayal of what classic burlesque was doing in its prime. This doesn't seem to make sense until you think about how the narratives of burlesque in its heyday were very much about challenging the status quo. The performance was a send-up of the upper classes. ... [Today,] we attempt to go one step further, and capture the spirit of old school burlesque by being theatrical provocateurs. Those women back then were fierce, independent and what they were doing onstage was challenging the mainstream."

In other news ...

Meet Little Miss Risk.

Say hello to Miss PussyKatt.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Bible Stories

Burlesque troupe Skin Tight Outta Sight puts on its fourth Biblical Burlesque show this weekend. "Think of it as a church pageant gone wrong," troupe member Sauci Calla Horra told the Toronto Star. Not surprisingly, the article ignited a firestorm of responses.

Jo Boobs points out that religion often serves as inspiration burly-q performers and offers up several neo-burlesque examples. It's not a new trend.

Lili St. Cyr staged a short dance based on Oscar Wilde’s Salome, a tale of the woman who dances to encourage King Herod to behead John the Baptist. One reviewer described the performance as a “barbaric portrayal [that] shows her gloating over the head of the prophet and [ending] in a wild, frenzied dance." And a routine she called "Eve," in which she danced around a large apple, inspired a Montreal priest to start a crusade to run her out of town. “Who’s ignoring the repugnant obscenity of the shows presented in Montreal by Lili St. Cyr,” he wrote. “All affirm that a stench of sexual frenzy plagues the theater the whole time this dancer’s exhibition lasts.” The priest caused such a brouhaha that Lili was arrested, but the trial lasted less than two hours and she was acquitted.

Montreal’s business owners fully recognized Lili’s bottom line appeal and in their newsletter wrote: "One must never have seen the chaste and statuesque Lili to be able to decry her thus. She is the ideal woman incarnate . . . she has us experience the entire spectrum of emotion, by a gradation of personal pleasures, by all degrees of hope, desire, and enjoyment. . . . With a sparkling light she executes the most fantastic dances of eternal theme. . . . She gives a wake-up to adolescence, a stimulant to the young man, comfort to the middle-aged man, sweet memory to the old man. . . . Lili is the goddess of love reincarnate . . . She is at the same time immortal desire, and immortal enjoyment. Bravo to all those who refuse to let themselves be moved by these false cries of conscience. . . . We’d be a city dead to love and to pleasure."