The Last 48 in Patpong

Hey guys, how’s ya junk hangin’? I’m Bangkok Seven, and this is my blog. And since it’s my blog, I can go ahead and write about myself.

For the next 2 weeks, my work will be on display in the Candle Light Studio on Patpong Soi 2. They depict gogo dancers from the nearby bars in their birthday suits, and portray them—I hope—in a light that is both beautiful and respectful. If you want to look at pics of nude chicks in the guise of “appreciating art,” swing on by. And that’s a nice lead-in for this blog, which is a loose recollection of the events in Patpong this past weekend. And it was packed with goings on. Let’s get started.


Things kicked off on Friday with the opening of my show, “Patpong Dangerous.” See what I did there? It’s a play on Bangkok Dangerous. No, not the weird Nick Cage remake of an awesome Thai film—I’m referring to the original. And the irony is—try to keep up, reader—Patpong has a reputation for being dangerous, but in reality, it’s actually one of the safest neighborhoods in Bangkok. The “danger” in my pictures are the girls—vexing vixens in the buff, often armed with weapons that occasionally cover their naughty bits. Get it? There’s no actual ‘danger’ at all, except maybe the danger of falling madly in love with a pole kitty.  But I digress.

My show opened on Friday, and to celebrate I had some of the models come and mingle. Unfortunately, I failed to realize that, while a gogo dancer may be perfectly comfortable prancing around onstage in a bikini, they’re actually painfully shy in a well-lit room where they’re expected to rub elbows and chat with strangers. But we had a good time, anyway. Four of my pieces sold, so I guess that’s a good start. I got the girls to pose with their various paintings, photos, and light boxes. Refer to the attached pics.

On Saturday, my show was folded in under the wing of a larger event—Kink Empire—a crazy bdsm party covering 3 floors of the BarBar building, one of which was Candle Light Studio, where my artistic labors are currently hung. CLS was designated as the “relaxation room,” where people could go and lounge and drink and eat snacks between bondage shows. I did pop down to BarBar to get a glimpse of models being tied up and suspended from the ceiling. For a mostly-vanilla Pongmonger, it bordered on sensory overload. And so, I spent most of my time in the chillout room-slash-room with all my pictures in it.


The mood of the room was decidedly different from the night before. Dimly-lit and mostly-red, with cages, bondage chairs, and various ropes and chains scattered about the place. The crowd was very different from what I’m used to, though let’s be real, the only crowd I’m used to is a gaggle of gogo gals. Artsy people sat around, casually chatting and sipping wine. I got a beer and found a chair in a dark corner. Suddenly, a young lady slipped out of her dress and the man standing next to her started tying her down on what appeared to me to be a small pommel horse. Gradually, the various conversations in the room stopped as everyone’s attention was drawn to the scene. You could hear a pin drop. The only sound then was the clonk of the knots at the ends of the ropes hitting the floor as the man carried on binding the girl’s wrists and legs. Then that was replaced by the loud thwack of a soft leather cat-of-nine-tails as he whipped her bare backside. I turned my attention to the onlookers, who seemed to get more out of the spectacle than the participants. That’s when I got uncomfortable and bailed, down to the 2nd floor where something called a “drooling party” was taking place. I couldn’t see what was happening due to the large crowd blocking my view, so I split and went to The Strip, where I felt a bit more at home.

But eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I again went back to Candle Light to snack on some hors d’oeuvres and check out the scene. The room was full of avantgarde looking people, some of them with human pets in tow, and by that I mean dudes in leather speedos and collars with rubber dog masks who crawled around on all fours looking for folks who would pet them. On a personal note, I found this environment quite interesting and a welcome change to the mainly-normie life I lead. But I couldn’t soak in it for long. I realize that for some of the people in attendance, this was their ‘normal.’ I don’t think I’d have the stamina to be one of them. But it was, for one evening, a sight to behold.

Photos weren’t allowed (the ones I snapped were strictly on the down-low) but Jack from BKKNites served as official photographer for the event, and his very splendid pics can be found here:

Eventually, I checked out and did a lap around the Pong to drink with my gogo friends in various bars. I was home before the stroke of midnight and so missed most of the shows at Kink Empire. But I appreciated the opportunity to have my pictures make up the background of one floor, and want to thank Michael—BarBar boss and owner of the Patpong Museum—for showing my work and putting up with my presence on the night. Thanks also to BKKNites for attending and supplying photos.

Also I should point out that this was only one of several events that took Patpong by storm at the weekend. There was also a Raw Comedy Show on Friday in Black Pagoda, which became the venue for a Psytrance-stravaganza on Saturday called Sonic Dreams. Really, there was something for everyone onPong these past 48 hours. If you missed it, after you’ve stopped kicking yourself, head over to Facebook and follow the pages for BarBar, Black Pagoda, and the Patpong Museum so you don’t miss out next time. Stuff’s happening in Patpong, people. You’re going to want to get onboard.

My show runs through December 7th. I hope you’ll have time to check it out. In the meantime, keep your balls warm, your beer cold, and cheers to everyone who traversed the stairs from Soi 2 to BarBar to Candle Light Studio this weekend. Drink ‘em if you got ‘em, and peace out.