The sign outside the SOMARTS Arts Complex in San Francisco says it all, doesn't it? Moi cannot imagine that anything could improve upon its classic simplicity
Oh well, but then of course, moi could be wrong.
Moi brings you news first of all of the guesties that crowded into the SOMARTS complex to witness that annual rite of passage, or perhaps, more fittingly, that annual rite of sashay-ge, called Catwalk. Let's have a look, shall we? OK.
An orderly line waiting outside....
..devolves into a scrum for the food
We are greeted by the staff hawking free condoms and lollipops
...but still with time to POSE
...although not too much time apparently
There is an official POSING place
...where peops officially POSE
...and POSE and POSE and POSE
Moi's friend Celeste was there, POSING with another friend, Melanie (left and right) and a third friend, Asia (center)
AsiaSF was there, represented by two of the principals, as well as several of the girls
Multiple POSES were not uncommon
And the free samples of vodka and rum ensured a brisk business at the bar
Of course, Ms POSE herself (c'est moi) had to get into the act...