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New York Times photo is perfect foot fetish femdom erotica!

As somebody who has written about the foot fetish in fiction, journalism, and horny photo set copy since 1975, I consider myself an expert on the topic. I wrote for Leg Show and Leg Action magazines, I wrote and edited Leg World; and of course I am the eminent author of Toes Are For Sucking, available in the Kindle Store at Amazon…and I write web copy each week for

My experiences with hookers and dominatrices over the years further enriched my knowledge of the commanding beauty of women’s feet.

In a scholarly vein, therefore, I’m always looking for new examples of art, photography, fiction and film which touch upon this topic.

So I was delighted while drinking my morning coffee on Wednesday 1/21/15 to open the New York Times and see this photo by Sara Krulwich, illustrating a review of a new play by Halley Feiffer, I’m Gonna Pray for You So Hard.

I am sure this clipped by many foot lovers for private study and analysis.

I am sure this photo was clipped by many foot lovers for private study and analysis.

The character portrayed in the photo is described in Charles Isherwood’s review as “a self-confident woman…Now all razor edges, where before she was a puddle of anxiety…Ella has…come into her psychological inheritance, barking vicious orders at underlings…and preening over…her new success.”

Sounds like a bit of an informal “dominatrix-in-daily-life” situation to me.

But it’s the photo, even more than the prose, which sealed the deal for my brain and sac. At first, reading the review, I wondered who the character in the picture was, because Ella is indeed at first evoked as a “puddle of anxiety.” But coming into her own, she becomes a different Ella from the beginning of play, and her new dominance is visually conveyed through the primal authenticity of beautiful bare feet sculpted dramatically by the slanting light, even as she purses her lips in cruel authority and holds yet another popular symbol of female domination, the cigarette, lest we have any doubt that this female could eat thumb tacks instead of Cheerios for breakfast. And, perfectly complementing Ella’s aura of inexorable command, the figure of the man exiting right looks defeated.

Defeated by The Woman, as symbolized by her lips, cigarette, legs, and feet. Oh, and that upraised right hand looks ready to swat away any mere fly of an underling who upsets her. This is a timeless image indeed! It could take place in any century.

So bravo to the Times for splendid foot fetish femdom eroticism in a single masterful theatrical image, captured by the skill of photographer Sara Krulwich. The actress is Betty Gilpin, and actor on the right is Reed Birney. This is one for the scrapbook!

For an extra treat, check out the full review online at the Times here, where you’ll also see the extra dimension of vibrant color. What a vixenish red dress she wears!

And seriously, check out Toes Are For Sucking too. You’ll be glad you did.






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NYC Fashion Week models in a long lovely row…

I’m going to experiment with shorter posts here. I think I haven’t been blogging as much as I could for the simple reason that it takes me quite awhile sometimes to find pictures to illustrate my ponderings. But maybe pictures aren’t always necessary.

Tonight I went out to dinner. It’s Fashion Week in New York, and as I walked past a dance school there was a huge party in one of the rehearsal studios, visible at street level. There were about forty beautiful models standing in all sorts of interesting garments, but they were all wearing the same wedgie high heels. Damn! I thought. Why didn’t I have my camera along?? I often do carry my camera to capture things I see on the street, but I was more concerned with getting some chow. I could have gotten an incredible shot through the huge picture window from an angle that would have shown all the girls from top to toe, culminating in those legs on identical wedgies. Damn! Well, I consigned it to memory, and I stood with some other gawkers in front of the display window and looked at the gals, who were of many ethnicities and each one extraordinarily beautiful. It was cool.

When I was eating my pasta I read an advance copy of an article about Hitchcock in this Sunday’s New York Times. There was a picture of Ingrid Bergman in 1945’s Spellbound. When I was in my last year of college, really studying film structure and history (I wanted to direct films after I graduated, like a million other dreamers), I watched Spellbound over and over on a 16mm projector (no VHS or DVDs in 1973). I practically fell in love with Bergman looking at the luminous closeups Hitchcock gave her, which expressed his own passion for that remarkable actress and beauty. So when I saw a picture of Ingrid in the paper this evening, I had the strangest feeling I was looking at somebody I once knew…of course I didn’t, but the way old movies were shot, they enabled you to fall in love with the stars through their closeups, and that certainly happened over the ten or twelve times I watched Spellbound.

Well, I guess I can dig up a picture of Ingrid Bergman pretty quickly…

The collage is attributed to Neil Smith on the site I link to below.

I found this beautiful collage at Meredy’s Place, a site with trivia questions about Ingrid Bergman and other movie info.

That shot on the bottom, second from the left, is from a scene in the movie where she did a little certain cute something with her mouth when she was talking. I watched that scene over and over, it drove me nuts. And I was involved with a girl at the time too, somebody in reality, not fantasy…a very pretty Midwestern girl who looked kind of like the British actress Susannah York, so I was doing pretty well in the romance department in the actual world…she was somebody I ended up moving to New York with in early 1973. But obviously I still had room in my heart for Ingrid Bergman…

Here’s one more shot to whet your appetite to visit the site. And boy, her expression brings out the considerable romantic in me–usually hidden now, but never far from the surface of my personality.

I'm not sure what movie this is from--maybe Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, with Spencer Tracy?

My passion for Ingrid Bergman dates from a time in my life before I worked in porn. Sometimes it seems hard to believe that I was once a civilian (which is what some of us in the biz call non-porn people)…

How did a romantic like me end up writing raunchy stories? That’s food for more posts in the future.


Posted by on February 11, 2012 in Erotica


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