I paint my nails red
radically > Sacha Hoebergen

Dancing, stage, body. When I visit club Rouge, this is the first thing I notice. Women who are intrepidity performing and at the same time receive views from
an audience whose eyes do not wander.

Each performance comes with a new outfit. A suit made up of layers so that a bit
more skin becomes visible each time.

Directly opposite the stage hangs a large vertical mirror. Every time the mirror shows you, you subjectively judge what is visible. Not only the mirror looks at you, but also the audience arounds you and even the people outside the club.
If a self-image is formed by others, how much influence do you still have?

How I gaze at these women has everything to do with my own (un)comfortable feminine
self-image.
How you gaze at these women has everything to do with your own (un)comfortable feminine
self-image.

I paint my nails red (Chandramaatie)

I paint my nails red (M’me Romanova)

I paint my nails red (Miss Betty L’amour)

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