She shimmies her delicate shoulders like she’s shaking off fairy dust. Her ass is at the top end of juicy, just short of fat. She walks like a lioness stalking her prey, which on this night includes me. She’s Michelle L’amour, Miss Exotic World 2005, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
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A recent show got off to a slow start, with the Sugarbabies doing some sort of noirish thing in red sequin bras and trench coats. And then the groaners started up: a commercial for a cellular phone company called Yerizon (“where we never stop working you”); a show called “Judge Marilyn’s Chambers,” where a male lawyer makes crude jokes about a woman clerk; a skit about Derri Airlines, where the captain “always pulls out on time” and Jocelyn Boobies is “serving you in first class.”
I was reminded of her act when I later saw the anarchist marching band Mucca Pazza at Reversible Eye Gallery’s doll and puppet show. Mucca Pazza sounds like a cross between Gypsy wedding music and a high school marching band plus fiddle and guitar. Its members wear elaborate but unmatching recycled uniforms; its cheerleaders shake poms made from old plastic bags.
After releasing the third balloon Michelle L’amour reached into the balloons around her like she was dipping her hands into a bubble bath and gently parted them into two sections, which rose behind her shoulders like wings. All she had on underneath was a glittery blue bra and a skirt made of more balloons. A few balloons floated above her, fastened to her bra with string. She parted the balloon skirt and made a bustle, on which she lightly sat and bounced.
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photos/Andrea Bauer, Yvette Marie Dostatni.
