I got photographs of all the models wearing their corsets on Saturday against a plain cement wall.
Every time I have looked at the photos since then, I have cracked up.
They remind me of the kind of pictures you take in Elementary School for a ‘me, myself, and I’ project.
You have the kid who can’t stop grinning, the kid who closes their eyes in every picture, the kid who won’t smile because they think they look better without one (that would have been me), the kid who won’t stand still for even a moment, and the kid who probably should have been a model.
We all look ridiculous, and absolutely gorgeous, all at the same time. It’s a total celebration of personality, and all the different facets of beauty that exist.
Without further ado, I present Ms Oakes’ Corset Model Class of 2011.
And finally, the erstwhile instructress:
Ladies, you can teach me anytime!