Does your mother know you are stripping down to your fetish underwear and showing off to other men in a public bar? Read more below.
It’s nice to know that on a random summer Saturday night in Seattle there is a place you can go relax in your threadbare Jockeys with a bunch of like-minded and similarly undressed men. That’s right, you can just drink and dance around letting it all flop about and nearly spill out while men are grabbing at you like in a zombie film. Who would provide such an exhibitionist’s delight with opportunities ripe for voyeurism? Why, the Seattle Eagle, of course. The Rage Underwear party featured DJ Pure Noise and a mandatory clothing check.
Photographer Matt Baume — after his whirlwind summer tour of Europe — is back on familiar stomping grounds, and we are delighted to see our Seattle regulars.