My love/hate relationship I have with gingham began in my formative years. I hated it to start with because I had no choice about wearing it; I was forced to, every single lesson. It was geometric and impersonal; its lack of distinctiveness made it the perfect uniform. It came back into fashion for grown-ups recently, so I bought some out of pure nostalgia. Nowadays the gingham fetish is bigger than ever. Suddenly it seems illicit and against the rules to wear it; the fetishistic buzz I get when I slide it on is incredible and now I love it.
It only took me a short time to understand why gingham is such a major turn-on for some people, me included. A gorgeous young woman looks even younger when she puts on a gingham blouse.The rich combination of her youthful clothing and a conflicting sense of sensual experience, gained over time, causes such erotic confusion and visual pleasure in the eye of the beholder that I never get tired of exploiting it for my own enjoyment.
When I remember the delighted voyeurs in the park who hid behind trees to steal glances and enjoy lingering stares at me while these pictures were shot, I can’t stop smiling.
Photography by Daniel Bauer
3 thoughts on “Gingham Fetish”
i can help you if you wanna take off your clothes, me too.
Excellent. Still have that nice blouse? Please keep that post alive.