It all started on the subway, on my beloved line 8. I had a twenty stops long journey, with only one idea in mind: to throw myself into bed.
It was about 11:00 pm. At Bastille, a group of four girls climb up in the train, visibly on their way to a nightclub — the cheap heels, the sequined tops and the vodka/orange mix in a bottle of random water don’t fool. Between two bursts of laughter close to the ultrasound, one of them innocently asked her friends :
It’s okay, right? I’m not dressed like a whore?
A deeper question than it seems. Prostitution, dubbed “the oldest profession in the world”, has adapted to the changes in society. As long as there is demand, supply will persist… while remaining hidden.
Therefore, what is the reality behind the taboo? Why does the prostitute fascinate fashion so much? What does it mean, to “dress like a whore”? And when the whore is a man, then?
Don’t worry, it’s still free… •